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There's eight dead in Mississippi. My hair makes me look like a hippy. It's awfully cold for the month of June. I hope it warms up soon. The skinny chef is serving something strange. Benjamins are out begging for change. The shaggy barber gives a skinhead a trim. The chunky trainer tells me how to get slim. There's attacks in the UK. I haven't anything to do today. I think I'll walk along the railroad. See how far it goes. The skinny chef is serving something strange. Benjamins are out begging for change. The shaggy barber gives a skinhead a trim. The chunky trainer tells me how to get slim. A young boy drowned in the river. My girl's touch makes my body quiver. Superteams ruined in NBA. But that's okay. The skinny chef is serving something strange. Benjamins are out begging for change. The shaggy barber gives a skinhead a trim. The chunky trainer tells me how to get slim. I'm not comfy in my streetclothes. I'd like to be wrapped up in silk. I poured a big bowl of cherrios . But I don't have any milk. Ooohh I don't have any milk. Oh no no I don't have any milk.
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Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 2:28 AM UTC
MiSSiSSiPPi MANiAC
There's eight dead in Mississippi. My hair makes me look like a hippy. It's awfully cold for the month of June. I hope it warms up soon. The skinny chef is serving something strange. Benjamins are out begging for change. The shaggy barber gives a skinhead a trim. The chunky trainer tells me how to get slim. There's attacks in the UK. I haven't anything to do today. I think I'll walk along the railroad. See how far it goes. The skinny chef is serving something strange. Benjamins are out begging for change. The shaggy barber gives a skinhead a trim. The chunky trainer tells me how to get slim. A young boy drowned in the river. My girl's touch makes my body quiver. Superteams ruined in NBA. But that's okay. The skinny chef is serving something strange. Benjamins are out begging for change. The shaggy barber gives a skinhead a trim. The chunky trainer tells me how to get slim. I'm not comfy in my streetclothes. I'd like to be wrapped up in silk. I poured a big bowl of cherrios . But I don't have any milk. Ooohh I don't have any milk. Oh no no I don't have any milk.
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Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 2:28 AM UTC
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