Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Below is a found poem constructed from a series of angry text messages.


 I Hate Sasktel

Wasted my night
standing in line while
two greasy under-achieving white trash rappers
insult me
with their nine-dollar-an-hour job. Couple kissing
cuddling teens talking
about Safeway shifts how cool
they are stocking shelves with cheese. Oh no
I spilled the marmalade. All I want
is to sit
on the couch playing
candy crush
pushing away your sexual advances
you nymph.

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