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Ketchup Bottle
written by ieatsmellysocks02:32 AM 11/14/04Oh great Ketchup Bottle
I pray to you tonight
Your contents are red like blood
You stand on my table upright.
But when i flip you over
You always fall down
I thought about this
And i punched you with a frown.
Then i flipped you over and put you on my table
Finally you you didnt fall
After you took a beating
You became the greatest god of all
Oh great ketchup bottle
I pray to you tonight
Your contents are red like blood
And you stand on my table upright. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Ive always been amazed by the ketchup bottle.it would never stand up when i flipped it over until i punched it and then it worked.After you are abused,you become more aware of things around you,or like the ketchup bottle,a god.I have no idea what im talking about.comment
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| » Comments / Feedback | by che_lives20 (11-14-2004 - 04:57 AM)
| Heh, I actually enjoyed it. Funny shit. More entertaining than a lot of the usual "I'm depressed, I'm going to go cut myself and pretend this is what everybody cool does, wah wah!" stuff I see here. |
by xfakexsmilesx (11-14-2004 - 06:44 AM)
| haha very clever. that was fun to read! |
by .::forbidden::. (11-15-2004 - 09:07 PM)
| yeh i was feeling sh.it but that cheered me up lol !! ahh something acctually made me smile |
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