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Hell poems!! molded plastic interjection
to monitor my superior throes
when Babs trips gracefully and falls to the pavement
I will laugh at her beauty and scorn her
sacrificing comfort for high-heeled fashion
then marvel at the marbel white calf muscle
Oh my superstition is a bitch
facing my inquisition with telltale eyes directed with a pleading glaze
purple and clear
as I lear with malicious glee
and ludely pluck another hair from its grip
the time is nigh
