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Yankees Suck

Weezer and Adrian Tomine

Yankees and Man U

Slim Shady and Axl

Manhood, the dragon.

Snake, worm, noodle.

Lesbians, Transvestites, Catholic School Girls

Spankings. Shavings. Slap.

Brian lies to himself and I laugh.

Too loud

In the chatroom I am loved

If I don’t reveal my true self

With you I am loved

If I don’t reveal

It is hideous, this thing.

Avert your eyes.

Root, root, root for the home team.

Yankees suck.

Yankees suck.

1918.

If I cut you open, would you know that I exist?

If my blood were a stew, or a soda, would you like it?

Is it too salty?

When they finally win, I will never feel like a loser again.

When they finally win, I will be ready.

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