the only productive thing that happened today was that i wrote a poem
steatopygous, in the subway stair(ier)
in her case, more ain't merrier
i'm trapped behind a broad-hipped barrier
no body shape could get more pear-ier
lady, please, i'm late
just move your derriere
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that's mean, eves! mean, yet funny. already new york is growing on me.
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brilliant. well done. bravo!
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