"Contemplations on Pink Man"
You great pink bastard.
Why do you mock me so?
You are there to bring me down,
Flitting about like a wad of overripe bubble gum.
Get out of my life, I say!
Quit the flitting, or I shall quit thee of thy life!
Do you understand now the stakes, man?
You are the wind beneath my wings?
You are the gum beneath my shoes.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
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