This is a poem about my friend's horrible horrible girlfriend, inspired by Big Poppa E's spoken word poem "13 Metaphors For Why We Should Have Never Dated."
and she is plate tectonics
We are Led Zeppelin
and she is John Bonham's alcohol soaked vomit
We are flamboyant coked up 80's homosexuals
and she is the AIDS virus
We are a glowing chunk of Uranium-235
and she is Albert Einstein
We are the noble Navajo Nation
and she is smallpox infested blankets
We are a perfect world spinning in total peace and harmony
and she is religion.
We are happily grazing brontosauruses
and she is a giant asteroid hurtling toward earth at 56000 miles an hour
We are beautiful, magical unicorns
and she is the door of Noah's Ark slamming in our faces
We are the Jews
and she is every person who didn't buy Hitler's paintings
We are the majestic Hindenburg
and she is the highly combustible properties of hydrogen
And we are the an armored space station with enough power to destroy an entire planet
and she is a two meter wide thermal exhaust port
Poetry by Rapscallion
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Written on 2008-06-12 at 05:55
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Eleven Metaphors For Why I Hate Your Girlfriend's Guts
We are the mighty continent of Pangaeaand she is plate tectonics
We are Led Zeppelin
and she is John Bonham's alcohol soaked vomit
We are flamboyant coked up 80's homosexuals
and she is the AIDS virus
We are a glowing chunk of Uranium-235
and she is Albert Einstein
We are the noble Navajo Nation
and she is smallpox infested blankets
We are a perfect world spinning in total peace and harmony
and she is religion.
We are happily grazing brontosauruses
and she is a giant asteroid hurtling toward earth at 56000 miles an hour
We are beautiful, magical unicorns
and she is the door of Noah's Ark slamming in our faces
We are the Jews
and she is every person who didn't buy Hitler's paintings
We are the majestic Hindenburg
and she is the highly combustible properties of hydrogen
And we are the an armored space station with enough power to destroy an entire planet
and she is a two meter wide thermal exhaust port
Poetry by Rapscallion
Read 733 times
Written on 2008-06-12 at 05:55
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