horus825 Jul 2002

the light bulb over your head just transformed into a rolling pigeon. i hope nobody feeds you after midnight, and then splashes water on you. cuz anymore poetry like this.. wait.. better yet take out a clean white t-shirt and a black marker, and write this poem on it ... wear it outside, or to the mall, you know what. turn it into an iron-on. we'll be rich. i'll send the contract over immediatelyb