Dear Sasquatch
Dear Sasquatch
Stop avoiding me
I know
you know
I know
you’re out there
You know
I know
you know that
Sasquatch
Since you’ve been gone
My houseplants have been giving me the silent treatment
& my heartstrings all have fallen out of tune
Since you’ve been gone
The posture of my penis is just one more economic indicator
with which to measure the health of the nation
tags Vancouver Olympics Spoken Word Sasquatch poetry Poem Chris Gilpin 2010
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