I see where this has gone, yes I do.
I cannot do much about it though...
My mind is reeling
Yet not knowing a feeling...
(This is not a conventional poem or anything like...
I'm staring at you...
A fart can be quiet,
A fart can be loud...
I hear that in aussieland,
They have massive spiders...
Oh, what a long day
Meetings one after another...
Angel Of Death:
I am the dark and gloomy Angel of Death...
I thought I'd finally hit the jackpot,
That my bad luck was going to change...
Everyone says that death is scary,
but I know now that it's a lie...
I've had problems with gas in the past.
Sometimes, they just slip out too fast...
This is a little poem
because I'm o so bored...
I'm gona watch some fireworks tonight,
Gona wrap up warm, and huddle up tight...