- Non-Erotic Poetry
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a monkey locked me in a room and stole my pants but not my jacket. no i'm not high just floating in this room. i would sit in the corn but the room is flooded with light and i still cant see. i cant seem to get out the money must have stole the key too. i'm here to tell you a poem but theres no porthole to tell it to you from so my rambles will have to do.
remember that old anti drug commercial where there was the girl with the pan and the pan with the egg and the egg was suppose to be your brain? well i'm no egg head but i do feel more like the pan. the irony of the symbolism is that the pan cooked the brain and made use of the egg. if i were really the pan i'd smack the egg over your head and show you how useless your brain really is...this is making no sense so pass me the salt so i can eat your brains.
....damn those door locking monkeys
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