Hiya. This is my special space for poems. |
He grabbed her by the wrist and yelled at her.
"Hands are for playing the piano...
You can dress me in an American Flag
But I won't know the difference between freedom...
I'm the perpetual fledgling
People have the misfortune of being born without...
I am feral
If you don't take me, the animals will...
I am so cold
I know that even skin has a freezing point...
Chilly-Ann! Why can't you be a dope eskimo like your father? |
Skinny Puerto Rican boys are either taken, gay or bi. Bi meaning they don't like me. |
I know this is cliche, but...not even My Little Pony can save you from Ebola. |