Squirrel Girl
I think of that girl
She looked like a squirrel
Her petty eyes unfurled
a peculiar lip curl.
Her love was a ball point pen
that wouldn't work.
Kept on scribbling
for months and months,
then it started working,
and it wrote
'stop drinking all the
ginger beer.'
I'm a veteran of the
poppy-seed war,
commander of coke-snorting whores,
severed now from fatal orgy bores.
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