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RDU

  • 8 hours ago
  • 1 min read

"Oh hell yea, they boarded,

They're out of this place,

Just what were those khakis,

and did you see that face,


Where did these people come from,

From where did they depart,

I would guess deep down in the sewers,

only there would this start...


When they pulled themselves dripping,

Out of the sewers and slime,

Do you think they chose to dress,

Like they committed a crime,


Thrift stores withstanding,

Donations taken by par,

Do you think they bought that shirt,

Or got run over by a car...


Its like aliens had landed,

and took over this place,

And passed out cheap shoes,

And gave them hair cuts from space,


Their hoodies are defiling,

The sweaters look very mean,

I hope they're wearing that outfit,

To keep their other stuff clean...


Is this what we've done here,

By Duke and RTP,

To lets these folks come here,

And wear bad clothes that look free,


Could you role in some resin,

Go make friends with a duck,

And come clear back to the hangar,

And look like you give a little more of a f***."

About the Author

My name is Wowie Mayer.  I see the world as a vast and mysterious place, full of danger and hidden clues.  These writings help me share that with the world.

"You are calm, amongst the wards..."

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