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Friday, September 19, 2008

its hard to tell the retards from the mafiosos, here in south phillY.
both seem to speak their own secret languageS.
both walk the streets mayorally, shouting out to peoplE.

hey how ya dunE?

whatssup?

or they sit in a chair on the sidewalk, quietly, not movinG.
is it malevolensE? or brain deatH?

it a silent violense, a simmering anger, he's to dangerous to talk toO?
or is he thinking about jellO?

hard to tell, worse to be wrong,

so treat mafiosos just like you would treat a retarD.
smile, nod,
and be on your way,
quikk konversations so you don't kommit to anything,

or else you kould wind up at a sponge bob party,
or worsE.

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