Poem No. 20

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Darker, Tougher, Fag

I thought I liked you,

I thought I loved you,

But turns out,

Being cute,

Was your one,

And only,

Strong suit.

Your not smart,

Your not funny,

In fact, your humor revolves around a fart.

When I heard you say that word,

When I heard you say the word,

I realized something,

Your not nice,

Your not kind,

You'd think this would give my heart a good slice,

But it didn't,

Made me stronger,

Made me tougher,

Made me darker.

So if you want to talk to me,

Don't do it,

'Cause, you see,

You are to me what I am to you,

A,

Fag.

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