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Poetry By: Juli Monat

When science says, 2 or 3 years...no more.

Submitted:Feb 14, 2013    Reads: 9    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Science, pure and clean,

Call for a lover


I saw the unseen...From my latrine!

Two years, 3 years, at least,

Mao! It's been 10 years, Now!

So eat the peanuts out

Of my sheet,

Doctoring the Doctors!

Science...Beyond doors!

Cardilogist, Neurologist, Teleologist,

Mean nothing...My handlist!


Kings of the G-string, a buck,

And a ding

2 years, 3 years, dead meat,

Mao! 10 years...Now!

Still eating the peanuts out of

My deceased?

By: Juli Monat

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