is getting ugly.
the mud
is being slung.
forget policy discussions.
the name calling has
begun.
i know you are but what
am i,
i heard her say
to him,
and he replied what
you say
to me
bounces of me
and sticks to you,
just like gum.
your momma, she shot
back,
talk to the hand,
he said in return,
and laughed.
you're stupid, she said.
no, you're stupid,
he replied.
look up dumb in the dictionary
and there's a picture
of you.
well, you're fat.
but at least i'm not ugly.
three more weeks
to decide.
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