A Really Deep Poem.

I'm so fucking bored. I'm bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Chipmunks. I wanna die.

Fuck me gently with a chainsaw, I'm running. The sky bleeds pink unicorns and shit.

What?

I have no idea.

Somebody ate a pigeon. I cried. Nothing tastes good anymore. Why me?

There's nothing left for me. My life sucks. Where's my dinner, whore?

Sally sells seashells by the seashore, but she sells her body also. There's no market in seashells anymore.

DEATH

HATE.

BLEED.

CHEESEBURGERS.

I take my knife and plunge it into the dark underbelly of mass consumerism, corporate fuck. That sounds deep and meaningful. Kinda.

Where's my dinner, whore?

Eat up, fatty, eat up. Your calories are my victory. Fatass. Whore.

Ha. Die, fatty.

Eat up, eat your fucking heart out.

CHIPMUNKS KILL PEOPLE.

FIN.