philipfry

I Can Be Pretentious Too...


Vile spirit, devoid of fortitude
Give me back my Spam, that meat product I call my soul
Twirling, swirling into an endless void
Like so much verbal diarhhea in a flushing toilet.
Hope springs cancerous in the minds of the idle
Wiling away the time until Death comes with take out to share at the table of infinity
But I will not have the general tso chicken
Not this time Death.
I have my Spam


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