Showing posts with label cans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cans. Show all posts
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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