I had a poetry assignment once, and I wrote about how books are like trees because they're made of dead trees. Inspired, I know.
Dick Justice Reviewed by Dick Justice 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