a poem by Muriel Mackie, Freshman Marketing Major
Little orange-slice Spiderman feet,
Slapping flappy rhythms down dead-end streets.
Got them flip-down shades on coolio?
Both track sides you rulio.
Hey man, don’t want no trouble
From Aussie’s baddest
Raddest
Sickest
Slickest
Slim-shakin’
Earth quakin’
Low-rent
Time-spent
Double-bent
Tashkent
Corn eatin’
Sign speedin’
Rip-snortin’
Prawn portin’
Carpoolin’
Moon shootin’
Yuletidin’
Wave ridin’
God abidin’
Snitch shootin’
Xerox
Whoopin’ cough
Ypsilanti
Vigilante
From the steepest part of the
Darkest hole in Mariana’s coarser cousins
Crack ‘o the deep.
Step back little buddy, I got ID,
Best regards to the family.
So, tell your folks that I says hi,
Now steady them flippers ‘fore I puke pad thai.
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