Richard Flappa Poems

I hear the banging from the other room—
It's my parents again.
Goddamn, how many times I have to hear this,
She is screaming now, oh my god.
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It was in the woods
I chased her through the forrest
There were alot of trees
Gaining on her as she screamed
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Oh, how I long to take her Down South
Where the taste of berries would linger in her mouth
I'll ask politely to take her out
And we'll go to the jolly old South.
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Tied up,
I wait for them to sacrifice me to their Lord.
JESUS, JESUS!
With pig masks to cover their heads
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With my eyes closed,
I let my hands slick over the shapes in front of me
What do the colors mean?
And why have I come to this place?
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My mom walks in
o s***
gotta put that s*** away
close the window real fast,
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