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And the one you've all been waiting for.... Mental Jake!
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| I'm gonna read a poem I wrote. Called "Why the spork?" | |
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| I look at your flesh, Wondering what it tastes like. | |
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| So I grab my spork, And I peel back your soft skin. | |
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| It reminds me of my mother, That is, before I ate her. | |
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| Why did I use the spork? I must have hurt worse. | |
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| Why the spork, Why the spork? | |
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