Archives - (November, 2007)
Beautiful Poetry 003
i like to jingle bell every day
i cruise my one horse open sleigh
down the road and through the hay
at birthday parties i say 'yay'
please dont drive around the block
by the way, you're on my cock
at the stop sign you should stop
when ur late i hear 'tick tock'
to drive fast u pres the gas
when u go thru lites u crash
when u crash you die and burn
when u burn ur wheels dont turn
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Beautiful Poetry 002
a storm is brewing inside my head.
violent. angry.
why do I let these patterns form?
storm. coming.
my gym teacher touched my penis.
they were also a priest.
I like toast made with bread thats made with yeast.
don't do drugs or you'll end up like me
stupid, but smart. enslaved, but free.
Beautiful Poetry 001
the bears are walking through the woods my feet are dry its understood strange fires start where no one stood bitches talk when not they should seventeen frogs bounce through the air i'd go on but no one cares freedom comes to those who stare into a patch of pubic hair seventeen is a stupid number poetry is even dumber [...]
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