Issue 6

Newman Is Dead
God Version
2.0 Unveiled
New Foreign
Language
Discovered
The Insidious
Manatee
Santa Claus
Is Coming
Bringing
The Funk
Flickers (A Poem)
Bill Hicks Is
The Man


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Flickers (A Poem)

By Adam Hammelman

Flickers, orange things, plastic tabs,
Shooting them isn't bad.
I like to shoot them at people's heads,
They get pissed off and want me dead.
Look on the floor and you will find some,
Fire it and you will hear it hum.
All teachers hate them, they think they hurt,
They really don't if you get hit in the shirt.
When they fall they make a lovely sound,
I fire them by the pound.
When principals hear it they're on my sac,
So I fire a warning for them to step back.
I recycle them everywhere I go,
Because I got skills like a mo fo.

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