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    That's a poem by a dog
    Roses are grey
    Violets are a different shade of grey
    Let's go chase cars

    Me, with my strange choice of adjectives
    You, with your muscular teeth
    And your clockwise vagina

    I put a chameleon on a red dildo
    No
    He blushed
    There we go

    This is a poem about beauty
    About self-image
    And about the ability to transform
    Martha was ugly like a shaved baboon
    So she wrapped herself up in a curtain cocoon
    And after a week, she finally emerged
    She smelled like shit. What a psycho

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    You're incomparable, like a

    I wanna beat you to death with a blunt object!
    I wanna grab one of those high-end fashion mannequins
    By the ankles and bash your rib cage in!
    I wanna sharpen 50 pencils, bind them with a rubber band
    Stick the lead ends in your mouth and punch the erasers!
    I wanna strap you to a bed of nails, then strap that bed of nails to the hood of my car
    So I can watch you suffer as we drive over the speed bumps in a mall parking lot during an earthquake!
    I want you to somehow survive a terrible car crash
    And somehow not survive a small fender-bender on the way back from the hospital
    Thank you, that's called: Dad

    This is a poem, it's really a story that's meant primarily for children
    But I think it's got a lesson we could all learn
    The squares lived happily in their square houses with their square yards in their square town
    But, then one day a family of circles moved in from the West!
    Get outta here, roundies! ' shouted one of the squares
    Why? , asked one of the circles
    'Cause this is a metaphor for racism!

    When I walk into a party, you'd think I was one of those long, straight Tetris pieces
    Cause everyone's like, 'oh yeah, this guy's here
    Finally, we've been waiting for him to show up
    Like you wait in the game- forget it, I mean
    No! You had your chance

    If I had a million dollars, I'd pay your mother to have sex with me
    Afterwards, I'd invest in the remaining $999, 990
    $10 for sex with your mother!
    Comedy!
    I smell comedy
    Well, it was comedy giving off that scent

    And finally
    Mid-October with leaves spilled like pencil shavings
    The streets dicing our town into neat unfair portions
    And me
    Eating that pussy, baby!

    Thank you guys so much

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    Composition: Bo Burnham

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