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Random Poem:

Killing the Dictator (a sestina)
IamDave

I have a magic infernal string
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From which I dangled Mussolini
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Over the sharpened puncture-fuzz.
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I told Benito: “Curse me all you want,
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But I’ll never drop you, in reality.”
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Ten seconds later, I dropped that bitch.
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Nobody cares about little ol’ super-bitch,
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Always making love to her brown string.
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A string is a man-whore in refined reality,
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Just as a hair can be old Mussolini.
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All you got to do is make it long as you want.
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But it’s got to be long. Not like fuzz.
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Stop snorting fish. You’ll be caught by the fuzz.
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Fish gets you high, and the law’s a real bitch
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About that. You can snort whatever you want,
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Although it gets complicated when you snort string.
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But I don’t care if you snort Mussolini,
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Fish is forbidden. That’s just reality.
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I have a desperate sense of reality.
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I looked under the couch and found some fuzz,
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Then I remembered and cried about Mussolini.
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Then I snorted some fish like the rebellious bitch
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That I am. Then I had sex with some string.
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I can, but I never, do what I want.
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I have a magic infernal want
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With which I poked at a fancy reality.
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I took it all home on a lasso-tied string
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It dragged and set fire to the carpet fuzz.
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I told my burning house: “Stop being a bitch.”
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It wouldn’t. And neither would Mussolini.
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My house was all gone, and undead Mussolini
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Took it. But there was nothing to want
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Being that it’s all gone. Unless you’re a bitch.
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In that case, you’ve altered reality.
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Sifting through ashes and black, stinky fuzz,
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He found a magic infernal string.
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I don’t think anyone would want that string.
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Reality’s windows have a superfine fuzz
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That bitches like you can’t notice, Mussolini.
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