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Poetry

fireworks at beerfest. summer 1991.

Alyssa-
i must confess
to the contest
that both of us are a borefest
forgive the night

Jess Simpson-
we are a walking fright
trying to make it
to beerfest.
thank you timmy–
but we have got it from here.

Alyssa-
and the night went on
like an earlier prom
like the second we lead it on
we screamed save me
and then gone.
like kate beckinsale and her yawn
the second we drone on
is the moment we realize
that home is where
we’ve spawned
from.

Jess Simpson-
WHAT?

Timmy-
fireworks. pireworks
let me die to work.
my name is timmy vanderbilt
i want you girls to please me
in her kilt.

Stephanie Beatriz-
oh my god
who let you write this
give me my napkin
i’ll never fight this
but it’s not going in the stash
unless you want to bat an eyelash.

Alyssa-
i write hits
this isn’t it.
i’m throwing it in the trash
try and stop me.
Crazies.

But daddy I love him!
I’m having his baby!
No I’m not.
but you should see your faces.

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