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Devouring the Tuna Melt If eaten too slowly, the end is cold and hard, requiring jaws of might yet when eaten too quickly, the end is sad like lost time and lost delight if you can pace and savor, enjoy yet relax the grilled melt tastes great, at last. but few have the temperament to consume neither too calmly nor too fast why is it we race through the melt only thinking upon the last crumb in our sight? what a shame it is that not every morsel is treated like the last fateful bite i don't know the answer to my dilema, you see but have a question to pose I do: When you come upon the last bite of your own Tuna Melt, Will you still be ravenous? or satisfactorily full? |
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On Bureaucrash.com there was the following article: North Korea has a contest you may be interested in. To remember their "great leader" Kim II Sung, they are awarding the author of the best poem a "fine traditional Korean painting on silk created by a merited artist." Now what rhymes with "commie dictator ass hole?" Well this article got me thinking. What does rhyme with "commie dictator ass hole"? I thought of a few things, so I submitted my poem to the North Korean contest! This commie dictator ass hole would not only kill your blind pet mole, but then confiscate your last rice bowl, as he robbed your peers for the hefty toll for he had an overly-idealist mind and a crooked soul think I'll win? |
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Read my diary | |||||||||||
Hunger Always hunger the knotting and twisting and reminding kind so forceful inside of me it's driving me half out of my mind I am well nourished I am well fed I am pleasantly plump some say this hunger inside of me is not from lack of food but hunger for the light of day I long to see the white sand and to find a seashell on the shore and ride a horse hike miles of land anything to cure this bore I'm hungry for change I'm hungry for art I'm hungry for a home of my own I'm hungry for love and for science but all I can do is groan these days do not end nights are all the same I'm waiting for something unknown will you come with me run away with me we'll live together and start each day anew |
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MORE TO COME!!! |