So this is a poem Tom (Thom) asked me to write about his bird, Crackos You Greek Bird (Crackers to us commoners). It was written... Maybe in January. I don't really write much poetry anymore. I did write a really intense, stalker style poem about a grandad, which was odd, and one about a pasta haired rasta. But anyway, this was my first in a while, and I quite liked it. It reminds me of all the shite I used to write when I was... well, whatever you would call what i was. High, maybe?

Donna the Pastafarian

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