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ANOTHER Poem I Wrote While Drunk (could be improved)

John went to the shops, to buy some milk.

He found out the meaning of life, in the very cold dairy aisle.

When he pushed aside the yogurt, and all the frozen, milky shit

He found a small knob, hidden, it was a dial.

He turned the dial to eleven, just for a laugh

And the shop turned black, it was incredibly dark!

Fumbling around, he found the exit

The door was locked, and John lost his shit!

He thought of his loved ones, and their lovely ways

The shop turned light again, it was crazy!

In that dark, brief moment

John discovered the meaning of life.

Never go shopping without a flashlight!

 

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