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this poem

this poem talks trash
this poem still has dirt on you from high school
this poem knows where you live
this poem sees through your greasy affectations
to your true motivations
this poem knows where your good china is
this poem didn’t get a flu vaccine
this poem kicked your cat twice
this poem is a punk
this poem has done hard time
this poem screwed your sister
in a clandestine taco bell parking lot
this poem is a two-faced hypocrite
this poem is a dirty pimp
this poem has confessed sins to an absent god
this poem is from the hills of kentucky
this poem is larry flynt
lining up the perfect money shot

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