Poems by Bo Burnham ~ I want to beat you to death with a blunt object. I want to grab one of those high end fashion mannequins by the ankles and bash your rib cage in. Im gonna sharpen fifty pencils, bind them with a rubber band, stick the led in your mouth, and punch the erasers. Im gonna strap you to a bed of nails and strap that bed of nails to the hood of my car so i can watch you suffer as we drive over speed bumps in a mall parking lot during an earth quake. I want you to somehow survive a terrible car crash and somehow not survive a small fender bender on the way back from the hospital. Thank you, that was called Dad
Posted on: Tue, 11 Feb 2014 01:40:49 +0000
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