February 7, 2012   2 notes

Two can play this game, Dean.

200 years

The world cries out.

All they want.

They wanna C. Dick.

Professors tell me

If you wanna get lit.

Come to my office

It time to C. Dick.

I can’t abide

These austere lines

But that girthy spine

Is the meat you find

When you decide

It’s time to C. Dick.

Happy Birthday

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