Re: Cujo Pomes: The Plunge of Team Donkey!

> NancyGene wrote:
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>> HarryLime wrote:
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>>> NancyGene wrote:
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>>>> HarryLime wrote:
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>>>>> NancyGene wrote:
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>>>>>> HarryLime wrote:
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>>>>>>> CujoDeSockpuppet wrote:
>>>>>>> Team Donkey, a badge of honor, perhaps,
>>>>>>> or a cruel joke whispered on the wind?
>>>>>>> We stumble, bray, and stubbornly refuse
>>>>>>> to follow well-worn paths.
>>>>>>> 
>>>>>>> Bottomless valley of failure yawns,
>>>>>>> a chasm we peer into, not with fear,
>>>>>>> but with a bleary-eyed acceptance.
>>>>>>> We've known the sting of grit-filled dust.
>>>>>>> 
>>>>>>> Drunken ramblings spill from our tongues,
>>>>>>> a nonsensical symphony of half-truths,
>>>>>>> broken promises, and dreams deferred.
>>>>>>> Logic abandoned, reason drowned.
>>>>>>> 
>>>>>>> Drug abusing loser, the label stings,
>>>>>>> yet, inside this hollow shell, a flicker,
>>>>>>> a stubborn ember stupidly refusing to die.
>>>>>>> We are the broken toys, forgotten relics,
>>>>>>> left to rot in the sun.
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>>>>> 
>>>>> Great poem by Cujo, with an equally great photo of Donkey abandoned in the desert with Clay the Gay's toys.  The harsh landscape is obviously downtown Shitholeville.  No friends, no relatives, no Jordy's Uncle (whose mom came to get him and locked him in his room without supper).
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>>>> Those are Will's old toys.  Clay the Gay was never given any toys as a child.  He played with empty baked bean cans and bottle caps.
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>>> Are you saying that Clay the Gay had to play with himself?  That's actually not surprising.
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>> Most of the time, yes.
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>> Uncle Stinky used to stop over to play with him on weekends.
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> Did they play "rain, dear" games?




Uncle Stinky knew all sorts of games for them to play. 


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