Magic beans
How I loathe you,
magic beans.
I swapped a cow for you.
She was my friend.
My bestest friend.
You just sat
in the can
and settled.
I couldn't even
have sex with you.
Man, do I ever miss
that cow.
I should not have
gotten high before
going to market.
No one likes me anymore.
She talked to the Daily Star
and sold a video to You've Been Framed.
That's not the kind of shit
you can just live down.
I think
I will have to move.
All because of those
magic beans.
How I loathe them.

2 Comments:
Hey,
I loved the poem when I quoted and I am reading more on your site now.
Thanks for writing!
Balaji
I must take this opportunity to reassert my previous observations- you're a head case. Everyone knows you can't have sex with cows- they're too smelly and big. Greg sent me a picture of a sheep smoking a cigar- now THAT is sexy!
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