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Being Mooned


Funny writer was pissed off tonight.
Adolf jokes and a celebration of abortion.
Opinions amplified and unorganized.
Reading of notes was confusing.
Verbal punctuations, nerves, and guts.
Chicken was savory, and more charming.
All read to us before the answer session.
Described as a political speech.
It was most definately not that.
More of a puking, a barfing, a vomiting.
The audience was very attentive.
Sympathetic of a horrible condition.
To know someone is experiencing nausea.
We've all been there to some degree.
A side effect to offensive medical efforts.
To be endured, worked out, recovered.
You of privledge and entitlement listen up.
A lecture you really need to hear.
The storytelling can wait for now, spew.
Non-Fiction of the illuminated kind.
1st Amendment is a favored Amendment.
Among many favored.
This was not fake and it was no joke.
Funny, yes funny, in a peculiar way.
Like being mooned or something.
It was wise to close the bar.

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