An old Arab lived close to New York City for more...
"Beloved son, I am very sad, because I can't...
All dressed in white; In hopes
someone might be out of sight...
***Ok this is my first attempt at a non dark poem...
This place is wacky...
(to the tune of Barbie girl)
I'm an emo girl, in a hardcore world. my glasses...
Richard is mommy and George is your pappy,
But the Publicans are in control, so do not...
This craving i feel is strong and unrelenting,
It dominates my mind, it destroys my soul...
Ill blast past anybody in the class
make u lick my ass...
As i am walking down the street,
With a few high inches on my feet...
If I were a window
I'd wave to people going by...
We shave our legs
we never have a wet dream...
There's so many things happening.
There's so many faces in the room...
In the wind that from her learned lips blows
comes the haughty arrogance of her speech...