Jamestown
a 100-word poem by Matthew Sharpe
and the autosummary function of MS Word
“No,” the silk-faced man said. JOHN RATCLIFFE
Bed, girls, air, men, hall: this sleepy big red man was lord of all.
Ratcliffe?” That poor man. “Jack Smith.” John Ratcliffe. “I hear you,
man. JACK SMITH
“Jack Smith.”
“Man’s name?”
Men are mirrors of women,
You could blow men
JACK SMITH
“If you’d shut up.”
GreasyBoy: And do women understand men?
Girls kill too! CornLuvr: You monotheists, man.
CornLuvr: Right.
“Martin!”
The tied-up man’s eyes widen. “What is man?”
Man made it skinny.”
“Die? “Hard.”
Poor guy.”
“Right.”
“John Martin.”
John Smith.
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Jamestown