We barely can stand or even rising our hand,
our big large booty is leaking from the edges...
Song of a drunk poet
By Ziad Dib Jreige...
And who will ever need you again
you are a cancer and a disgrace...
I'm just a pussy cat,
Small and brown...
There was a new member called dance
Whose fan's were sort of in a trance...
If Fred fell fifty four feet from final flip
then Fred felt fear from falling fast...
Finger nails, toe nails, forget the snails!
I have a tale to tell, I know that some finger...
So..bored.
Sitting here...
My First Poem
Stare into the moonlight...
She said she loves me,
that may be or may not be true...
If I stuck my elbow in my ear
I would be double jointed...
We should give it an ending….
Yeah.. it deserves a good ending...