Wednesday, November 15, 2006

One day our teacher was gone

So we got a substitute.
His name was Mr. Fuck—
That was really funny.
It was also funny that he lived in an ice-cream truck.
It wasn’t funny at all
When he raped all of us in alphabetical order
And used our teacher’s severed hand
To adjust the dead cat
He wore like a wig.

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