Saturday, April 2, 2011

Chortling American Show Goo 15

nobody saw anything we were
roommates we weren't really
eight to ten pints of bailout my tank
is full sometimes i'm glad i only work

with dead people you let it escalate
to first degree ever caught on tape
taste greatness of a gunman has a
hostage a cloud of dust i don't know

what thought process was the buck
stops here in diamonds the last
alternative feels good about myself

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