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Let's write awful poems in the stylistic patterns of the Galaxy's finest Vogon poets. I'll start. WAR AND VIOLENTS Act I BOOM BOOM BANG MY LIMBS SPREAD FROM TOE TO TOE LIKE WORMS IN A NYBULT BAM KERPOW MY BROTHERS LIE FACEDOWN IN THE MUD I RAISE MY FLIBULATING SWORD AND KASPLOOZY IT DOWN ON THE HEAD OF THE ENEMY'S SKILLED MUDGY CUDGY HAMMER PRYING THE WEAPON FROM HIS CURLING PENIS, UNFURLING FURY A CAT WALKS UP TO HIM AND MEOWS AT ME FEROCIOUSLY "YOU'RE NEVER GOING BACK, SON..." IT BINDOBBLED TO ME, "AND I'LL BE DAMNED IF I GO BACK NOW" I TOOK THIS MESSAGE AS A WARMING WARNING AND ROCKED ON TO DESTRUCTION AVENUE AND THEN I TOOK IT HIGHER BOOGIE SMACK DO THE WHACK OH MY GOD I AM DYING OF BLOOD LOSS MORPHINE PATCHES COVER MY JILLDINGLING FACE THEN I DIE FROM A SHELL TO THE FOREHEAD Then I stop. Act II "IS HE DEAD" THE CAT YELLED "YEAH HE's DEAD" REPLIED THE DOCTOR Act III "OKAY, LET'S LEAVE HIM HERE." THE CAT SHOUTED "OKAY." THE DOCTOR REPLIED. Epilogue MY MOTHER SITS ON THE PORCH ROCKING VIOLENTLY IN THE WIND THE SUMMER WINDS DIE DOWN AS THE BLACK CAR APPROACHES TWO MEN COME OUT AND APPROACH HER "MA'AM," THE TALL BLACK ONE SAID, "YOU'RE SON IS DEAD..." MY MOM SAID, "*your" AND THOSE WERE HER FINAL WORDS AND SHE DIED THE END
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gently caress you
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