- The Black Nightingale
A Poem About Cuties
You are tiny, cute and sweet Like a little baby orange When I peeled you to eat You shot a squirt of acid straight into my eye which is still stinging 30 minutes later you sonofabitch
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See AllWhen I was a kid, (7? 8?) I used to go into the basement and sing to my stuffed animals. I did this daily during the summer. All. The. Time. For years. I was never in the choir, but I did some musical
The representation...the Native American land acknowledgements...the diversity of location...the broadcasting of people who are American Citizens but DON’T GET TO VOTE FOR PRESIDENT....the audible pre