Buzz off, Banana Nose; Relieve mine eyes

Of hateful soreness, purge mine ears of corn;

Less dear than army ants in apple pies

Art thou, old prune-face, with thy chestnuts worn,

Dropt from thy peeling lips like lousy fruit;

Like honeybees upon the perfum’d rose

They suck, and like the double-breasted suit

Are out of date; therefore, Banana Nose,

Go fly a kite, thy welcome’s overstayed;

And stem the produce of thy waspish wits:

Thy logick, like thy locks, is disarrayed;

Thy cheer, like thy complexion, is the pits.

Be off, I say; go bug somebody new,

Scram, beat it, get thee hence, and nuts to you.

Cheap drugs now http://www.somethingisawful.com

hay guyz, this was going on my livejournal but i thought i’d share my impromptu yet deep poetry here instead:

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razors make crimson tears in the night

i cry all over the bathroom floor

you drove me to this end

only dead will you know me

and feel my pain when i’m gone