How about a June poem today?

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June

In June as sunflowers seek to reach new highs
They rise above the lonely dandelions
Who’ve lost their petals leaving powder puffs
They spread new seed by drifting soft white fluff
To hills and valleys capturing in spite
Of next year’s blooming weeds of yellow might
 
"It's christmas in june."

I saw my dad sucking Santa's cock,
and I was not surprised atall.
Now there's nothing left that he could say,
regardless of what They are, he's gay;
and that's fine, you see, so long as..
he stays the fuck away from me.


He told me, "It's not what it looks like."
"So you weren't chuggin' his slug?!" I replied.
'How long was he there?' He thought,
and then, 'Well, I've fuckin' been caught.'
Though, regardless of what he's done,
he still killed me off as his son..

And, now, christmas will never be the same.
 
Curse 'dem dandelions
invented, yes, invented
and distributed
not on the wind, no, no, no
but by
Weed be Gone
marketeers!!!

I like sunflowers though, even the wild ones, as they always face east. A refreshing little poem.
 
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