Lunchroom Poems - Poems about Lunchroom

microwave shortage not enough time to eat lunch I guess eat it cold...

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She gets her jollies from standing in front of the mirror Playing with her headlights, pretending she is not feeling herself up. I am shocked. This is his mother he is talking about right? Oh, his sister. Okay. Better…. I try to write another sentence, but cannot think. And that crazy Erin. She is a nut-bucket. She paints her...

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She removes her hands from her face to reveal harlequin tears strolling down salt colored cheeks that glare with a thin layer of blush. Green eyes gloss over and pour out in public. Her boyfriend carries on. He laughs and he plays, while she sits next, while her entirety bleeds out in salt water ectoplasm. She runs her hands through firey red and orange dyed hair. Her...

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Well now that you have gone and turned me on I guess im now definitely going to be taking you home Just know that i got to wake up early to mow the lawn Because that was the only thing that rhymed in the poem And the feeling i get whenever you catch my stare Is like healing a secret...

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I told you so, yes? Why do so many thrive on this? You feel bad enough....

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