It's moments like these
When I jump to conclusions
And fear for the worst
I am convinced that you are hurt
I am convinced that you are crying
Although you're probably just asleep
Now I feel like an asshole
When I fall asleep
And make you feel alone
Like it makes me feel
We aren't different
We aren't human
We are a still-nameless species
What are we?
I hope we still breathe oxygen
Because we are stuck on Earth
Unable to return from wherever we spawned
Showing posts with label anal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anal. Show all posts
Monday, January 25, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Bad Anal In Poem Form: It's Bad, It Hurts, It's Messy, No Love
If I could fill my head with a
Clusterfuck of ping pong balls
Each containing a fortune
Until my head exploded
In a crowded place
I would.
Not for the thrill to myself for the
Most creative suicide in history
But the thrill to everyone in said crowd
For witnessing a suicide at all.
It must be pretty traumatic.
I think that would be hilarious.
I don't understand why
If a girl wears pants it's normal
But if a guy wears a skirt it's not.
Maybe it's not worth understanding.
I don't understand a lot.
Making mixtapes of moderately
Popular indie bands for a girl is
My kind of 90's romance.
Too bad nobody has a tape player,
Especially not any girls.
Clusterfuck of ping pong balls
Each containing a fortune
Until my head exploded
In a crowded place
I would.
Not for the thrill to myself for the
Most creative suicide in history
But the thrill to everyone in said crowd
For witnessing a suicide at all.
It must be pretty traumatic.
I think that would be hilarious.
I don't understand why
If a girl wears pants it's normal
But if a guy wears a skirt it's not.
Maybe it's not worth understanding.
I don't understand a lot.
Making mixtapes of moderately
Popular indie bands for a girl is
My kind of 90's romance.
Too bad nobody has a tape player,
Especially not any girls.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
