2002-03-23 11:19 a.m.

I had to work again today. Working on a Saturday can be trying, but a sensitive coworker was kind enough to bring doughnuts for us. I ate some of the doughnuts, and in doing so became inspired to write this poem:

Sick, feeling like a retard
hurp
Why do I always do this?
I must not be very smart
Maybe they hire me for my looks
or because I am an easy slut
but surely not for brains
I eat too many donuts every time
I must have a learning disorder

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