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Mitzi Has
Had Enough of Her High School Writing Club, and Lashes Out in a Pathetic
Act of Rage That They Find "Brilliant," Thus Infuriating Her Even More
by Melissa Thompson
couplets couplets
man o man
snip snap to the beat
john john john come & mow my lawn
into the microphone
we dance
and
d
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couplets couplets
man o man
wish i had a baby grand
cuz i'd play you the sweetest song
sweet sweetback's bad-aaaaasssssss song
i don't capitalize
cuz i'm so bloody
alternnnnative and
xxxxxtreeme (pass the mt. dew)
and you never call me anymore. boo hoo.
makin' me feel like a pile of poo.
oh god, whooptydoo.
my worst night followed prom
it started with my mom
yellin' at me to cover my flesh
cuz i was only wearin' mesh
so i stole all her cash
loaded up on corned beef hash
and drove all freakin' night
till i realized with fright
rip torn was my dad
dude, it was so sad
i was bummed for hours
till a guy gave me some flowers
and then i felt all right
for the first time that freakin' night
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