Emergency Poems
Saturday, June 28, 2014
Mommy June
We're not really a band.
The only instrument we own is a pitch-pipe.
Honk!
Did we sleep through the blooper reel?
Honk!
We invented the feelies!
Honk!
Mommy June is our meth-angel!
Honk!
We ate her pets!
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