Thursday, March 12, 2009

the truth

Can't really know it.
Many people think they know,
But they really don't.

Different stories.
It's the Roshômon effect.
Everyone's lying.

I told you the truth.
You refused to believe me.
You never will. Cunt.

Seven syllables.
Five more (I am not lying).
We end with seven.

When talking to you,
All I can think about is
Bumping your ugly.

You think you want it,
But you just can't handle it:
Sexy leprechaun.

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