Exceptional a poem People : The Rip by Bill Schott

Jammin' Jeffrey ripped his pants splittin' during a '50s dance; I see London; I see France and a boil that should be lanced. The sight hits my brain like a comet causing a projectile vomit bursting like a gooey bomb it hits the back of Tommy Zombit. Tommy felt the globby burst touched his back to feel the worst then offered this reaction first he blew chow in Chloe's purse. Chloe screamed and thought to faint mumbling prayers to some odd saint thought she was tougher; guess she ain't... Did I mention Jeffrey ripped his 'paints'?

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