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Poems by John Morse
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
The worst part of Jesus’ crucifixion
Was getting that horrible smell out of my hands.
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You are...
ADD is for pussies
God:
I once punched a polar bear in the throat.
What's a fagina for?
We used to laugh at grandfather a lot
In the future
One day Zeus called Jesus on his cellular phone
Grandpa...
There’s nothing I’d rather do
Once my parents told me not to kiss too many girls
Daddy said I was underdeveloped for my age.
I scream uncontrollably when I pee
My dad told me to stop being such a dick...
Fat people have no business using ATM machines.
The zombie next door ate my dog’s brain.
I was
Mr. Peppers—the gym teacher—said he found it
You shouldn’t always do something
I pooped out Armageddon the other day.
I swallowed my mom’s diaphragm
I think it’d be funny
A love poem:
Urination!
Playing pool is like
I told the service I wanted a
The man looked around in simultaneous horror and s...
Upon reflection
Hurray!
Daddy punched mommy really hard
One day our teacher was gone
Some people call me
Some people say:
His use of circumlocution was indeed
The incredibly fat woman was so angry!
You shouldn’t always do something
Watch your step, Grandma!
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The King James Bible + Penis = The King James Penis
IMPORTANT
I wanted to be nice
The alarmingly angry black woman
Sure, the center-stage queef was embarrassing
The worst part of Jesus’ crucifixion
Fat kids don’t want cake.
Roses are red
It isn’t incest
My albino friend fell
Ronald Pubic
After continuously ejaculating
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