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Kraka-Hoa
I posted this poem to a list I'd read and this guy was like "I'm going to write a version of that called 'Kraka-Hoa'" well, I beat him to it:
Kraka-Hoa "I'm looking for my crack or at least some dusty coke. Watch out you, cracker, or I'll steel your Sab" Kraka-Hoa is shocked to find no dealers are in town, and she roars at her man who has no extra cash. She walks to 5th and center in the black of night looking for her poison she hatches up a plan. "I will sell my body and rob the damn John too take his fucking Sab and then I'll get my K." But no Johns are out and the cars all rush by though her dress is tight no man picks her up Some day she will find you she is waiting by the road you will lose you car but the sex won't be that bad Kraka-Hoa will always get her K But she hasn't got it yet.
10:13 p.m. - 2001-03-24
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