Dare you to move
Dare you to breathe...
In the wind that from her learned lips blows
comes the haughty arrogance of her speech...
There's so many things happening.
There's so many faces in the room...
As i am walking down the street,
With a few high inches on my feet...
My sister b.j is the dumb one
she never gets a joke...
Shakespeare was a man of wit,
Upon his shirt he had some s**t...
My teacher once said
That if I didn't try...
Plop plop
in to the water...
I've been in a mood
To write a poem or two...
Not made to offend
any one...
Scots Boys are a*sholes and smell real bad
they also be mean and make all us girls sad...
The big new death stalks over the print run,
Gather speed as we start to take heed...