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I Hope This Gives You Cancer

I'm 2 dang legit
like a banana split
on the bong I hit
with my bro Brad Pitt.
If you don't get it
I'll just rephrase
like mayonnaise
left out for days.
It smells like
soiled painties
in the midday sun.
I need a word
that rhymes with sun.
Brun would work, if I knew what it meant.
There's no red line under brun right now, so I assume it's a word.

Why are there so many
black people
on tv?

The end

I wish I was playing video games right now. Writing poetry is difficult and boring.

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