Treasure Island

The Poet Steussie


The Last Cool People


Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
We are the last of a once great race
The cool people
First fell Bobby-June
She did not like men
Alas, goodbye poor Peter
Jax Lebrew speaks le franch
But he is gone now
Taken in by the great void
The void claims Cloin
Sucked in by lucious hair
Spalding Cloistered Girdle fell to the twitch
He dragged poor Fenak along
The force has a strong effect on the week minded
It is now just us
Like three barren moons orbiting a once great planet
Sumas, gassy and erratic
Lil Jordan, hardened to so much stone
And I
Jams
Goodbye Nintendo

Submitted: Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Edited: Thursday, January 16, 2014
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  • Zmz Gbzn (3/15/2014 11:17:00 PM)

    is goud inscrption to tell of loss whn it is tiem for old work done. (Report) Reply

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