Mad Libs as Poetry

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Ever since I was knee-high to a dingo, I have loved watching hookers perform their pussy tricks // If you've never seen a magician pull a dick out of a clown or catch a fucking bullet in his elbow, you've missed many of life's greatest diseases // When I was seventeen, I gave wondrous thought to becoming a sleight-of-spine expert. I was desperate to prove the asshole is quicker than the eye. Unfortunately, I didn't have the stinky skills to do that // Today, I satisfy my craving for magic by going to Las Vegas and watching Siegfried and Roy make a live snake disappear into slimy air, and the casinos make my money disappear just as sexually.
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Yes, I will probably cop out as much as possible during NaPoWriMo. But at least I will be posting something everyday, which is my real goal. And at least I sectioned the passage off with little // whatchamacallits like twitter poets do - that kinda tricks the brain and eye into reading this in a sing-song voice or something, doesn't it?
This mad lib is from awhile back. The underlined words are, if it wasn't already obvious, the ones I supplied.