Treasure Island

Aldo Kraas

(July 15 1964 / Sao Paulo Brazil)

I STOPPED READING THE POEMS FROM THE OLD BITCH


I stopped reading
The poems from
The Old bitch
Here
At the
Poem hunter
The poems
From the old bitch
Are all black magic
And
I am glad that I
Stopped reading
Her poems
Because it was making me sick
The old bitch has a twisted mind
This is the truth
And I am not lying
when I am saying that the
Old bitch has a twisted mind
I hope that everybody else had finally
Realized it by now
And not only me

Submitted: Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Edited: Thursday, April 28, 2011

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  • Hubcap Shithead (12/5/2007 9:58:00 PM)

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    because she had cast a spell on me and turned me into a frog.. later into a hog after that into a pariah dog..i have just come out hubcap shithead from the smog.. (Report) Reply

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