you must be smoking plastic or crazy glue its not good for you.
do you hear thing in your head too
good luck and yes i did write it ok

ps smoke the good weed ok
bigverybig Reviewed by bigverybig 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