Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Sometimes when I get off work at midnight, there's a person stomping coke cans in the parking lot. It makes me afraid.

`Creepy Can Crusher'
In the Journal parking lot
He must hate those cans

Gay limo driver
Skipping toward me at stoplight
`Where iz cazino?'

Fluffy, fluffy cat
Roasting in the summer heat
Ready with my fork

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