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Sunday, April 17

I need to go to a blood bank,
After a convo with a crank.
Who was so crappy,
And so babbly.
made me spew,
and i threw
Up with blood
There's a crap flood.
But not before
We run up shore.
And caught a bus,
To good ol' tuas.
There's a blood bank there.
Don't ask me where.
I just told you,
Doodoo fool!
It's in tuas.
Reached there just.
Went in for blood.
Counter asked me "what?"
"I do need blood," i say.
"Your blood's O+, that's gay!"
"Hurry, need.. blood... now."
"Ok ok, but then, how?
We don't have O+ blood, you see.
How about trying blood type B?"
So i sat and had some blood AB,
'Cause nurse realised too dry was B
But as you know,
As bad stories go,
I end up dead,
Without a head.
There were too many complications,
Like a piglet solving math fractions.
My head shriveled to nothing,
The nurse just stood there screaming.
Until my head ended in a wisp
Of smoke and my insides crisp.
But i can still sit fro the com,
To write this poem, fairly long.
Of my awful encounter,
With a phreak, oh bugger.
On and on and on and on.
Alakazam, turn phreak into corn.
Bite it, tear it, swallow it.
Never leave a single bit.
Though now without a head, i can't
But i have dogs and hamsters, hun!
Goodbye, good ol' corn,
Very soon, you shall be gone!
And i will rejoice, you are eaten,
Supposedly phreak-who-cannot-be-beaten.
Inspiration's dry and so is my pen,
Speak this prayer to god, amen.

{ 6:27 PM }