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[aid] => mick
[title] => GobbleOink
[time] => 2004-04-02 23:14:47
[hometext] => This is completely unrelated to my other poetry, it is just something funny i wrote a while ago, it's about my imaginary pet GobbleOink who is part pig and part turkey, yes i am crazy
[bodytext] => GobbleOink is so cool GobbleOink is my friend GobbleOink I'll love you Right till the very end. One time we were playing a game It wasn't all that hard But then something happened He kicked me very hard. He said it was an accident It wasn't me he tried to hit I got really mad And killed that Gobble. Now I'm all alone I have no GobbleFriend I'll be alone forever Alone right till the end. I can't go on without him I don't know what to do I feel so bad for killing him For now I'll take a poo. A few years down the road Someone was at my door GobbleOink had a daughter Her name was the GobbleWhore. She wanted to see her daddy She hadn't heard the news "Oh hunny, your dad is dead" Then she took my shoes. I chased that GobbleWhore She went right to her pimp That hoIe broke my leg Now I have a limp. I limped all the way home I thought of what to do Then I got an idea I'll take another poo. I dug up GobbleOink's grave I looked at his gobble body I winked at him and said "Man, your daughter's a hotty!" Right then he grabbed my throat He started choking me "GobbleOink you're alive!" Then I started to pee. How was he still alive? I didn't really know He went to see his daughter He called her the GobbleHo. He got me back my shoes My shoes I really love He took a in them So I hit him with my glove. That was all he could take He really died again I killed my GobbleOink twice Then I stabbed him with a pen. I have an anger problem I get mad really easy I need to get some help Your mom is really sleazy. I have a new idea I'll go see the GobbleHo She can make a new one GobbleOink 2.0! She said she wouldn't help me So I killed her too You better leave me alone Or maybe I'll kill you! I got the GobbleHo stuffed And put her on my shelf The I got my gun And I killed myself. Now I'm down in hell Back with my dear friend I'm here with my GobbleOink Together in the end. Down in hell it's really fun I'm done writing this Hey, look it's Hitler On him I take a . [comments] => 1 [counter] => 142 [topic] => 43 [informant] => justjames [notes] => Edited by mod_6 for language..02-04-04 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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