There's a lass by the name of Jess Waller
Whate'er your height, she be taller
She's pretty hawt
And on AIM alot
Ahr-Oh-Eff-Ell, Ohm-Guh, Lawlz-orz
"To Some Knives"
(on turning up a pot while drying dishes after a family dinner in 2006 AD)
Underneath the suds and the
Great Big Pot
two sitting knives like household pests
oblivious to their discovery
The steely aura, reflection:
Emanation of danger!
while the dull black handles
shrug and say
"Take us, use us
throw us away," or
"Put us back
where we belong"
"Beetle Beetle"
beetle beetle in the tree
how I ponder what we see
green, the red slowly debauched
men of honor idly watch
beetle beetle in the tree
how I ponder what they see
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