I saw a green balloon
no idea where from
come drifting in and
down, losing altitude
'til it bounced once
NO
POPPED at the very
first try to bounce, at
the bottom of the common
depression.
That's the flood drainage
basin, for those of you. We
call it the "common depression"
because where I live, strange
place, everyone has one out
back just in case it floods.
So this balloon came in, bounced
half a time, zero times and it was
VANISHED, gone. It was
the most beautiful thing I've
ever seen in my life next to
that garbage bag in the movie
with the under*** t*** in it
(tastefully or not, more or less
obscured by gallons of rose
petals) that Kevin Spacey w***ed
to (basically) at the dinner table
in front of his own wife and half
his kids, as the story goes.
I think this is part of why people
hate Spacey. See, that wouldn't do
it for me. Man's an actor, and
did you see the one where he sings?
All Hollywood did, plus his repertoire
of on-point impressionism, so the story
goes. He was well-liked, and white,
and his sins shone all the darker and
more vile upon the backdrop he'd painted
to call life. But if you ask me, Keyser
Soze was ten times worse
Conservative estimate
So I see what the big deal was. Pick up
a coffee cup and chuck it at a fake
detective next time, Soze. Maybe
that'll be enough to bring you in
before you lose your consultant
job on Badge of Honour
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