And Since You Do Not Know How To Write A Poem
the i offer you one thing to do,
how about
drinking an indian ink?
or throwing an american pie
right at my face?
or folding a manila paper
keeping your shit
inside it...
i miss you really.
i like french fries
and french kisses. mhoaa!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Added by Poetry Lover
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