To: Jill H-9-F-9-O-7-68 October 18,2012 (C) 9-26-08 Poem by Zahir Kijani

Hello Jill how you doin it’s John 4-6-9-B-F-3-42
I saw Jill Z-4-7-G-3-L-56 and we started talking about you
So I’m just seeing how you’re doing and usually I’d definitely call
But our phones are tapped, two hundred million and fifty in all
They said I called John Billion too much last month so my cell is unusable
I tried to reason that I’m not a terrorist but my request was refusable
I didn’t buy any blood and earlier I cut my arm on some old tree
But I heard where you reside some of the pints of blood sold free
Well I can’t buy any now cause I bought air and now my money is spent
But you know I heard there’s a dealer that sells a pint of blood for 99¢
Uh I heard Jill nine hundred million was expecting another little Jill
Well I also heard the rumor was fake but that’ll be cute if it’s real
I can’t wait to have a son but it costs too much to have a child
I saw the monitored birth thing and those prices were really wild
I don’t know I really wish I was rich then I’d give my son a new name
Instead of John whatever, whatever I just don’t like things the same
Well I heard President Hamster’s speech when he said things can change
But a time where the government didn’t rule wouldn’t that be kinda strange
It’s really weird though but the feds are coming for my daily inspection
Oh and hopefully the Judge rules that the doctors can cure your infection.

Love,
John 4-6-9-B-F-3-42

P.s. Maybe one day me and you can travel to the moon.
Naw I’m kidding but I'll see you later write me back soon!
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