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Corner of the Bag


The corner of the bag

is my last resort.


This is my only hope.

The rest of it

had all went up

in smoke.



At the corner of

nearly empty

and still a little bit-

Well SHIT.


Don't panic!


I'll just take my thumb,

like this...

alright...

then push out

the plastic.


Easy, easy...

easy does it...


FUCKTITS!!


But wait, wait...

It's fine.

I'll just take

my fingernail

and pick it up

bit by bit,

like this,

in the carpet,

like a bitch.


Motherfucker had better call me back. 

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