Some come here to sit and think...

Some come here to shit and stink...

I come here to rub my balls...

And read the bullshit on the walls.....
Looker Reviewed by Looker on . bad ass poems i went up the mountain all covered in mud i saw my poor teacher all covered in blood a axe in the stomach an knift though her head i couldnt believe my poor techer was dead i went to her funeral i went to her grave some people threw flowers and i shot a grenade and jus to be sure she was dead i took a bazooka and blew off her god damn head Rating: 5