Kristen, sadly Anonymous wasn't even present. Moreover, I modified the original poem; hence the brackets around [conversation]. Nonetheless, the poem accurately reflects the larger truth of today's lunch at the faculty center.
It isn't the conversation that is rancid. It's the food. But the poisons already ate away at your brain & replaced active cells with fungi & logic-eating bacteria. It is a very serious condition. And, sadly, too late for most of you. All because you insisted on eating there. I can't believe you eat there: those will be the words on your tombstone.
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Was this poem by Anonymous, or by Abbie Normal?
This is ultra-edgy. Was there a bad scene at the Faculty Center? Some angry discussion about National Poetry Month? But seriously, how was the food?
Kristen, sadly Anonymous wasn't even present. Moreover, I modified the original poem; hence the brackets around [conversation]. Nonetheless, the poem accurately reflects the larger truth of today's lunch at the faculty center.
It isn't the conversation that is rancid. It's the food. But the poisons already ate away at your brain & replaced active cells with fungi & logic-eating bacteria. It is a very serious condition. And, sadly, too late for most of you. All because you insisted on eating there. I can't believe you eat there: those will be the words on your tombstone.
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