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There is a white van parked on the curb.
Who left it in our quiet burb?
It hasn't moved in 6ix months.
Look inside, see the skeletons sitting on their rumps?
They died inside waiting for their turn.
They starved waiting for something they didn't earn.
A locksmith came to open the door.
He peered in the back and said "Look, theres more!"
Two more skeletons lie in the back.
He grabbed a femur and said "Here, give your dog a snack."
So I walked home with my bone.
I called my mom on the phone.
"The vans gone" I said to her.
She replied "Its about time, thats for sure!"
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god
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h!
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beorn
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i know a kid bobby who drives a white van. for real
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Strideo
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does it have windows in the back?
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beorn
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ummm, yeah. so its not that sketchy. but hey its got fucking huge studio style 3 foot speakers tied down to the floor in the back too. so its ok. open that puppy up and have a tailgate party
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"literary illusion" la la la
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I like your poem; it is very poeticful. Is the white van a "symbol"? Help! Help! I am being brainwashed by my creative writing teacher! Sigh. And now I have to get back to "work".
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jane
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he said that buying the van was the worst mistake of his life. i thought to myself about his wasted years on meth.
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Strideo
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Well, the van doesn't really represent anything. At least I don't think it does.
A freind of mine used to call vans that had no windows in the back "kidnap vans" which I always thought was a little funny and grim at the same time so I guess, if anything, the white van, or the poem at least, represents a sort of playful foreboding. The surreal idea of a van parked in the suburbs long enough for corpses to have skeletonized and then a locksmith comes to open the van and he gives a human bone to a boy to take home as a gift for his dog all seem to fit into that playful foreboding feeling. Grim yet quirky.
It was a reflection of my mood at the time I wrote it.
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jane
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paint_it_black & call it
black thunder!
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070327
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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