Back in the 90's, I had a hobby of following my friends around at clubs and making them write bad poetry for me. The word poetry was used very loosely. Well, completely incorrectly would be a better term since it was also used for articles, completely fabricated self-help columns and random complete and utter nonsense.
These are the results of those (often drunken) ramblings.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Fate #2

By: Nancy
If you had a friend die in a
Plane crash
Live with it
If your legs get chopped off in
An auto accident
Deal with it
All things happen for a reason
Who the fuck are you
To screw around with fate?

I like to think of this one as the poetry equivalent of Final Destination.

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