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I hate my job. I hate my life. I hate everything. Wait, how does my job constitute everything? But I really do ahte my job. And everything.

June 24th, 2008 | All Poems, Office and Urban Poems | No comments

For Mother Nature.

You smother me in the bosom of your trees. I can barely breath. You leave me high and dry. Well, not dry. Thanks for the flood. The Earth quakes are real dandy. I\'m going to eat your endangered species, just like they are candy.

June 20th, 2008 | All Poems, Office and Urban Poems | No comments

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