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Poetry...and stuff.

The young woman,
in her crisp
form fitting uniform,
looks out the window
with a cold, hard stare
and laughs.
She knows what she has done
and laughs.

"It has nothing to do with the price of fish,
because there are no more fish!"
and laughs.

That's right.
This woman
has destroyed
the world's supply
of fish.
The bitch.

oh notebook!
Where would I be
without my notebook?
Up a tree?
Insane with tea?
Or just quiet
and rowdy?