How Not to Win at Big Buck Hunter
Georgia Bellas
You’re such a tenderheart,
the boy teases. Here, let me
show you.
You’re such a tenderheart,
the boy teases. Here, let me
show you.
I would hold up the Triforce above my head:
But I, being new, have only this lantern
And this rupee I found in a bush
Tread softly because I only have three hearts
But it wasn’t because of the rape
stands and electrocutions; it was because you ran circles around my linebackers on Madden 2004.
Then, sing, too, why not, of Lee Dong-nyoung
who, with stony eyes, farms us all day, whose username
rhymes with epoch (or Enoch)
How many versions of you can there be?
Multi-million deals, virtual genealogies,
monstrous Hollywood handprints,
the aphasic on suicide missions.
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