It happened so quickly, one slip and fall.
Careening through the air i see can see my demise.
I met my watery grave as I heard Death's call.
Ruined and worthless, I say my goodbyes.
I get thrown away soggy and dead,
and I welcome my fate, forever soggy, wet bread.
Note to self: Don't wet your bread.
i needed her
so i bought her...
she was so beautiful, so moist
but i ground her up...
if the police found her i be thrown in jail
so i rolled her up...
but i loved her a i couldnt leave her like that
so i burned her...
how could i let the smoke of her go to waste
so i inhaled...
i loved her so much
she was da best ***** i evar smoked... may she rest in smoke
— The End —