Poison the EnemyA Poem by RivuletofSorrowPlease review it! I need help with it :)Yummy forensic taste bus bursting on my swollen tongue Rheumy pinapple heads gestating in a pool of disapointment stewing in my juices lemon juice orange juice I use it to make fruit salad. The pinapple's vulpine features ellict my empathy oh rivers of sadness radiated within my soul wretched need to eliminate my enemies. I poisoned the fruit salad but somehow no one died I guess they aren't allergic like me to pinapple The pain, the agony, feelings of ecstacy and its white powder oh wait that's sugar. What I mean to say it that I love pinapple like I love a song. I am ALLERGIC to pinapple, my face swells like a beehive on a hill. When I turn into a Ghost to finish EATING pinapple. From, Eric your husband, P.S. You didn't die Erica, WHY!? please don't get me with the mallet
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