Monday, August 22, 2005

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GHOST WRITERS IN THE SKY




You think everyone

is me!


(Just how special can

I be?)


You battled me in

cyberspace


where all the women

wore my face.  


Since I was

everywhere at once


you died the death

of a thousand cunts.


If you were sane

you’d surely see


there is only one of me.