ONE BLOODY PISTACHIO

I HATE poetry, but I thought I’d write my first poem now:

One bloody pistachio
You were too hard to open
Now my fingernails are no more
No fingerprints to speak of
Blood on my trousers
I should’ve had chips

-The Thryll

Posted 4th January, 2012

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Absolutely beautiful.
buildingcastlesinspain said: *sniff* there’s never a tissue around when I need one. Beautiful man, beautiful.
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