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I wrote this poem in Miss Orlett's class in the 8th grade. It was in response to a video. I turned this in as an actual assignment. Miss Orlett didn't get it. I think some noises in the video made me think of the first part. The rest seemed to flow from that.

Burnt, busted, twisted, grinded, splintered, broken, bended, folded, chopped up, molded, incenerated, refrigerated, continuously faded.

Just about made it,
Then back to the start.
Shifty eyes say
That they're right in the heart.

Inference of death,
What does that mean?
Just came out of my head
In the shape of a bean.

Tasty death in the microwave,
Spit it out to a nitroslave.
Couldn't get rid of it to save my life.
Guess I'd eat it if I had a knife.

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