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Rash i null de scissor making!

by Johnny Crimson

Crinkled wabbit

Calling all wabbits

4th of the year
well your way past that due date hun

Swish swish the pink wash in that horrible
little cup

Remember the floss demonstration
they teach it in 4th grade
as if you never brushed your teeth
before

I remember the small Asian doctor
telling me to drop my pants
Rubber gloves and thoughts about
cartoon chickens

I just know that sinister little man
wanted to cut me into pieces
small enough to be liquefied
and sucked into his needle point
and then squirted into a tiny vile
and then suck me out with a straw
and then puke me up in a bowl
and then bake me up in the oven
and then pass me off as pie

I bet his mother told him as a boy

Take the most out of life

Do your best

Be the best you can

Give it 100 percent

Touch kids in your office

11/26/2007

Posted on 11/27/2007
Copyright © 2025 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/27/07 at 05:35 AM

Brtual, ugly stuff. Another masterpiece, good sir.

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