I don't actually know if the person who drunk-texted me at midnight was a poet. In fact, I don't know anything about him at all, given that he was obviously sending a message to the wrong number. But the message, unknown creator aside, was awesome. Spacing mine:
Wool suit booze dancing
and I didn't win the award
but my boss did
that asshole.
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I wish I got random texts like that. Mine are always from people saying, "Come on Steven you cocksucker, meet us at the bar." Oh, and I love the new profile pic..."You look JUST like your profile pic!" I'm not above quoting myself.
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