"amr" poems
Surprise, surprise, surprise,
She is a three kid ******
Her petite, little rich friend, with nice **** is a paid FBI informant.
Setting up her friends like shots of J.D. with cop induced ***** logic.
They flaunt their facebook status; as ultra cool, cutting edge, The next best thing.
Hollow brained hipsters, with dead eyes, and great *****
They all try to be the same,
like some sort of mandatory social ritual,
played like bankrupt Russian Roulette.
They succeed magnificently in conformity
Only usurped by one thing:
Stupidity.
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
Im trying to ******* understand things
if padraic died five times
then how does he not know his name
was it all the samee
was he all the same
im about to stick a lot of pins in my amr
maybe the blood will fix my head
i dont know what is happening
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 7:37 PM UTC