2, Two, Too... Poem by Krystal Vonk

222, Wish I kew, Blue is the klue, But where's the other shoe, Fooled again by april, Blame it on a scape goats, Do or I'll make ya, Tick ran away from Tock, Now the hands are missing from the clock, Time officially stops and minutes are have all forgot and blamed it on the second set of seconds, who are busy smoking rocks, knock knock, who's there, its unfair and they came with nobody cares, the choose the dare unprepared for the truth, no joke I have proof, ding dong, snorting hits from the bong, and thensmoking lines from behing the tears left on the mirrors, created by the fears of ones soul, never to be told.