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My dog ate my homework February 3, 2009

Posted by phoenixaeon in My dog ate my homework.

Like a dog with a chew toy, you
shake words from dark recesses
mauling until they are frayed,
useless remnants of their once
beautiful, radiant selves.
All that glisters is your spit,
even Midas could not turn
that into gold. Your fetid
mind breathes ignomy, detesting
the grace of formal function.
Your clumsy feet break simple rhythms,
making a mockery of
articulate architects.



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