This poem is from an anonymous writer, who apparently speaks bluntly.
"Carnation Milk is the best in the land;
Here I sit with a can in my hand--
No tits to pull, no hay to pitch,
You just punch a hole in the son of a bitch"
OKAY SO NOW THAT YOU'VE READ IT WITH YOUR OWN EYES...I LITERALLY CANNOT UNDERSTAND WHY THIS WOULD EVEN BE PUBLISH WORTHY. I mean hey, I love me some carnation milk, so I guess you could say I can relate to its positively sinful milky goodness. Its just interesting how bluntly passionate a person can be over something so simple as evaporated milk. Love knows no boundaries because clearly this anonymous poet is speaking their mind on a level so peculiar.
I don't know why, and I hope I am not coming off racist or anything but I get the hunch this person lives a redneck life and just have this image of him sitting on a stool out in the west with a beer gut, gritted teeth holding a hay stem, and a dirty red plaid shirt drinking this excessively poked can of carnation milk.
.........BUT MAYBE ITS JUST ME...........hehe
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