Tarantino said it best when he
called you
Inglorious Bastards.
My knuckles
are bruised from the beating
I have given you
in the dining room with the
baseball bat
in the kitchen with the
knife
in the conservatory with the
pipe wrench.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
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1 comment:
You have successfully scared the fuck out of me. Cool poem.
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