Friday Night Poetry Theater Copied from a chat log earlier tonight, for your amusement and/or edification*:
tropism: Hee. "Let's make sure the world ends with a gang-bang, not a gang-whisper."
baxil: ...
tropism: ?
baxil: Some say the world will end in gang-bang, Some say in whispers. From chicks I've plied with yummy cake I know the world is hard to rape. But if that gang does really try Then hide your mothers and your sisters And give them guys, 'cause then you'll see The whispers fly And grown men flee.
-- * That's right. This poem has the power to change your name to Ed. Ha-HAH!
Current Location: ~spiral Current Mood: silly Current Music: Phish, "Wolfman's Brother" Tags: chat log, wordplay
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