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Happy Monday -- your Poem for today
Apr. 9th, 2007 07:29 amThe Murder Burger by Stan Rice
The murder burger is served right here.
You need not wait at the gate of Heaven for unleavened death.
You can be a goner on this very corner.
Mayonnaise, onions, dominance of flesh.
If you wish to eat it you must feed it.
"Yall come back."
"You bet."
The murder burger is served right here.
You need not wait at the gate of Heaven for unleavened death.
You can be a goner on this very corner.
Mayonnaise, onions, dominance of flesh.
If you wish to eat it you must feed it.
"Yall come back."
"You bet."
