here i sit amongst the vapor, waiting for some toilet paper. How much longer must i linger until im forced to use my finger?
Only very slightly similar. Okay, fine I was in 7th grade. JUST ACCEPT THE WEIRD POEM.
lol everyone is a critic these days.Get them critics off my backHit 'em in the face, tie them down to a rackYou want to call my work bad?Dude, you keep it up you gonna be sad.Never thought I could write street poetry
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