There was trouble written all over her
like a treasure map, gold buried deep
between the missing ampersands
where to begin,
X marks the spot
Y chromosones
like quicksand YX
rolled up, a necessary
reoccurring addiction
sage smoked slowly
then fed to the sharks
gold buried deep
between the missing
ampersands
the better treasure
hidden
XX marks the spot
Candide Diderot. ‘24.
(This is a fictional poem)
I sold my cousin some poison ivy but I told him that it was pot.
When he started itching, he regretted what he bought.
He rolled up a joint and took a toke.
When he didn't get high, many of my bones got broke.
I learned a valuable lesson as I looked at my bruises, cuts and scars.
Never try to pass poison ivy off as pot if the guy is bigger than you are.
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