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THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.


Submitted:Sep 5, 2010    Reads: 30    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Everybody thinks I'm weird because I only eat lard.

The doctors tell me that my arteries are getting hard.

I don't consume vegetables, fruits, bread or meat.

People call me crazy because lard is all that I eat.

My days of eating lard will never come to an end.

Why do I have so much trouble keeping friends?

When people see me, they always laugh.

Then they beat me on the ass with a staff.

My sister denies that we're related because I served her lard instead of steak.

Stop laughing at me dammit, i've had all that I can take!





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