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You can run,but you can't move your house!

by Johnny Crimson

So this is finally it, you pussy.
I made my way
to her house.

Obviously she has a boyfriend right?
It's not like
he fucking lives there though.

I found a much better picture
of "perfect",
with T&A and all that.

I had to cut out
my girls figure,
now I'm stuck with only a
1/4 inch of polaroid

I decided to walk there,
because it takes longer
and the streets just smelled like halloween.

I remember the first time I saw her,
she looked like a mouseketeer
going through puberty.

It really sucks
being on the non-agressive end
of the zodiac.
Why should you be the one with all the courage?

A block from your house I found a girl in a dumpster.
She was crying and whining,
and all kinds of nonsense.

I guess I'll comfort her pathetic ass tonight.

Besides, she almost looks like you.

05/20/2007

Posted on 05/20/2007
Copyright © 2025 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Anne Boulender on 05/20/07 at 09:29 AM

yeah its rough for us dumpster types. think of all the points you can score with karma for good stewardship if you go there.

Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 05/20/07 at 02:35 PM

This is quite harsh and rather awesome... I especially liked the fifth stanza (I decided to walk there because it takes longer) and an excellent final line to this as well -- great work!

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