Oh, calamari
I mistrusted you at first
And mistrust you still...
Deep-fried rubber bands
Chunked mayonnaise dipping sauce
Token lemon wedge
I was so hungry
But my blast-furnace stomach
Vetoed those suckers
If only I'd puked
When I felt like puking, oh
If only I'd puked
Instead I waited
Green, shivering, fetal ball
Calamari's curse
Saturday, November 17, 2007
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