Boy, toys, noise not only does it make sense it...
Nathans feeling cranky,
Bobbys got the flu...
Early
On time and cheerful...
Gazing down upon them
insects, maggots...
Turning thirty is a milestone
The one that inside we all dread...
War makes people pray,
War makes people pay...
Oh toaster, how you do shine
You give me toast all of the time...
In the corriders of my head
My mind has lost its way...
Sitting in class
nothing to do...
I'm so depressed,
I could die at any moment...
Poems rolling in my head,
to many words...
She was a large framed woman
Her dress was a tent...