Dive in.Enjoy the show.Drink it down.Learn to love it.Pretty soonYou won't be able toImagine life without it.The water tastesOf piss and shitAnd life and loveAnd all things inbetween.
You have soft and delicate hands. I can also see from reading your palm that your life-line ends abruptly very soon. Don't take that plane ride.
I can also see from the poo stains that you have been eating very spicy tacos.
Who knew you had the heart of a poet? I always thought you had a baboon heart, personally. You've surprised us all!
The feet and hand and heart are mine, but not the toilet.
This is crap! (No pun intended.)I want poems with more monkeys in them!
's true. 'tis crap indeed. Mine poetry truely sucketh.
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