My roomate Gary is a gaywad.
I don't mean disrespect. He loves it when I call him that.
He hates when I eat his stuff.
I said 'Gary, I am a woman with needs'
and he told me to shut my Crisco mouth.
I told him nobody uses Crisco anymore
and he kicked my broken ankle and told me he hopes it never heals.
He is the best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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