Welcome,
to the
Fabulous Lifestyle
of the
Wonderful,
Magical,
Spit-Catching
Idiot-Magnets.
The World
is just a bed
full of.
Roaches,
Leaches
and everything else parasitic.
That only want
to drag you down
&
suck-suck-suck.
What little
life is left,
with-in,
you're half-way
dead.
Still-breathing corpse.
Good luck!
To you,
Kind Soul.
I hope the World ends,
before it can take-break- away
your sugar-sweetness.
Lemon-drops
Always taste bitter
even if their rims are coated with sugga.
Sugar is better
off alone
sometimes.
End of Poem.
Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 2:24 PM UTC
Welcome,
to the
Fabulous Lifestyle
of the
Wonderful,
Magical,
Spit-Catching
Idiot-Magnets.
The World
is just a bed
full of.
Roaches,
Leaches
and everything else parasitic.
That only want
to drag you down
&
suck-suck-suck.
What little
life is left,
with-in,
you're half-way
dead.
Still-breathing corpse.
Good luck!
To you,
Kind Soul.
I hope the World ends,
before it can take-break- away
your sugar-sweetness.
Lemon-drops
Always taste bitter
even if their rims are coated with sugga.
Sugar is better
off alone
sometimes.
End of Poem.
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