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Poetry

annabellebananabelle

::is what we used to call you::

she’s coming over?
oh shit?
who is it?
annabellebananabelle.
her name’s annabelle.
but we don’t call her that.
we call her annabellebananabelle
cuz it’s hilarious
and my brother thinks he made it up
but it was kim.

i’m a little jealous of her
cuz stan loves her.
he won’t even call her by her name.
he calls her by her real name.
and dries her tears.
and yells at us.
for being haters.

“no, we love sienna
and she’s from london too.
so it’s not her accent, stan.
it’s cuz she’s a british bitch.
named annabellebananabelle
and don’t you forget it.”

::a little while later::

annabellebananabelle shows her ugly head
and is mean to stan.
cuz he won’t buy her bread.
but he’s just a little kid, man.
he doesn’t got any dough
or bread, fo sho.

“i’m not even from london,
i’m irish!”

what, annabellebananabelle?
speak english. we can’t understand you.

::end scene::