F.T.Willz poems (prolly frank iero no one knows)

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there should really be apology cards for nonexisting
"get well soon hope you can recover from your shitty personality" a plethora of silly little cartoons and meaningless verbiage, in every color of the rainbow fuck that's not what anyone's really looking for, is it? cardstock holds no closure and it all ends up in the recycling bin, anyway with all the shit and the blood and the piss of humanity we all end up in the recycling bin, anyway so, i suppose, humans are a bit like greeting cards we're fun for a little while, but we get thrown away when others get bored of us it's so easy to find boredom these days, in a generation of people who spend more time staring at pixels and wavelengths than they do looking at inked pieces of paper such environmentally conscious suns of beaches, since trees don't die for computers they must be so proud

-F.T.WillZ