My mess,
Is clean...
I think you\'re a b i t c h
I think yore a cow...
I was walking down the street minding to my own...
I gave him five and left him alone...
THE NUMBERS JUMBLE UP IN MY HEAD,
MAN I WAS DEAD...
Potaoes are a gift from the earth to the fridge...
If left you will come to find a green potatoe much...
Bacon is bacon
eggs is eggs...
This is a poem that I hope is right,
since I wrote this poem in the middle of the...
At first I got mad.
Red lines all over my paper...
The tears of today are running away
They run so fast they cause a slimy pathway...
Time after time, day after day,
Her body is frail by the window she lays...
No matta what you do,
Ders gonna be hattas in da game...
Life is kind.....
It shows everything that's mine...