"crame" poems
Im a monster who ate his foster parents like they were carrots,
brain dead since the day I ate lead paint, my teacher ms.garret feed it to me when I was eight, I thought I tasted great so I told her to make me more, she said sure but you have to eat it off the floor,
Till this day I still hate her, my vision was always blurrd so I always called her sir, thats double astigmatism for you, All these years I never knew the sky was blue, Yeah its true im not the best poet nor am I the worst poet, But I am an insane poet who shows it through his reckless antics that are not from this planet, spending his time wisely tryna crame it down your throat, Ok I spoke enough for now, but in an hour or two ill be back with some more poems for you
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
All men are the same,
Girls put on a claim.
My dear please stop crame,
Men aren't the same.
Maybe same eyes with different criterion.
Don't be lame!
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 10:27 AM UTC