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Gossip
Contributed by
screwge
on
Sunday, 3rd August 2008 @ 01:06:48 AM in AEST
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It is nine-thirty, headed for the optometrist. Out of my right pocket I produce a profound list Of todays rebuffs against customary eye sores -- Weed-addled flowers and similar chores.
I would eat the sky because the sky I crave. About your gossipy lips Id rave Because I woke up with one eye blind, So I heard extra sharp how I was maligned.
While my husband drifted off to sleep, I stayed up with one eye to keep And entertained the image of a Cyclops, His bereft glory displayed in candy shops.
My neighbors caught wind of my need to invoke The monsters behind me, the allied folk -- And my incessant pursuit to pester Each who could qualify as an ancestor.
I no longer trust those I once called friend. I dont wait to crane my neck before reaching a bend. I have heard many a savage gossip Unfurl from your only lip.
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screwge
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2008-08-03 01:06:48] (Date/Time posted on
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