sell sell sell
get those products out front
players of Pocket Pool, unite!
you have nothing to lose but
3 million you heard me
are you deaf?
here we sit with our thumbs up
in war there will be some casualties
who cares if they are a bunch of bleeding
our thumbs are up our
well OK then keep them out
what wall something there is that
gonna distract ’em hahahaha
all the land out there just waiting
who cares if the Sioux
so frack the water
there will be fewer people anyway
all those reporters sitting there
something about a stench
brown stay down I can
touch them anywhere
actually do not read
my butler does that
WTF why are you talking
about Lincoln the Civil War is dead
thumbs up who was that
German woman so take the phone
why is that flag upside down
Veterans of what?
I can do anything here I sit
not who you know but who you
raise your hand if
you are a Nazi
This one is so much like the way I think I thought I was talking to myself when I read it
Thanks, Steve. It’s the way I am thinking now, too.
On Wed, Feb 15, 2017 at 10:05 AM, john mann poems wrote:
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