A lot of people...not poems, just names
Lots of bullshit and lots of blame
Lots of bitches and emo shit
Pathetic little punks - i'm sick of it
Overly sensitive, with fingers fond to point
Every orifice filled with theories to disjoint
This stage where we have words,
Realities we choose to share-
Yet dicks dictate catastrophes...and cowards feign to care!
it sucks.
like shit. (so deal with it).
or worse.
but oh well. (what the hell...).
too bad...so sad. (aren't i bad?).
shoot me now. (you dozey cow).







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Laura I have a couple of forms I've developed....
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