My other car is an Excalibur. Your
car is shit. Get it out of the lot.
You're lowering the property values.
You don't deserve what you have. Hand
it over while you still have the option.
The buffet was incredible.
Do you have any antacid?
Please. I promise I'll pull out this time.
I want to suck all the air from your lungs--
burn you like paper, and kill and kill again.
Gimmee gimmee gimmee.
More more more. I was first.
I deserve it. It's definitely all mine.
Hand me the remote, willya?
T. Dunn's favorite sin is gluttony, which she tries to commit
as often as possible at sushi bars. She is the editor of Zuzu's
If you've any comments on this poem, T.
Dunn would be
pleased to hear from you.