Nicholson. Poem by Scott Schindler

Jack Nicholsons f****** creepy.
So schools the deadline this time?
I'll conveniently cut out of that one,
2 months early also.

Screw triple c's.
Add acid onto my long list.

My dad, poor guy.
Are there any good effects anymore?
Another few 'lung rasping' bong hits.
useless mostly

Helps forget alot,
and remember a little.
Write a bit more.

I wonder if Dan'll come home tonight.

Denied Denied Denied.
That's 2 in a row for me.

Man, she needs to hurry up and hit him with that bat.
Jack Nicholson is definitely f****** creepy.