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FLUSHALOTZL
Oh great Aztec God Flushalotzl,
I come to you with my gift at last.
I stand before you, gift giver in hand,
And spill all the gold I have amassed.
Once the God Flushalotzl is appeased
I depart to amass even more.
These treasures I will forever deposit
As is told in the God Flyshalotzl's lore.
Some days God Flushalotzl calls for sacrifices of amber
A precious gift even rarer than gold.
One must eat burgers, fried chicken and fast food:
Food of greasiness and fattiness untold.
Oh great Aztec God Flushalotzl,
Please accept all my sacrifices as they are,
Please do not tempt me to give them
In public, during exciting TV or in my car.
2 comments:
ha ha ha ha. this was great to read in the morning!
Hahahahaha probably just after making your own sacrifice, yes! This poem is ALL you as far as inspiration goes.
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