...And Carry A Big Stick Poem by tiyler durden

...And Carry A Big Stick

Rating: 1.8


this poem is sh1t
Because I wrote it
I took a fit
My tongue, Waawaa, I bit it

Frothing at the mouth
as quiet as a mouse
I am in the tub
Frothing like a rabid dog

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Richard Cock III 22 May 2006

i love the dark humor in your work. another rough, unpolished, blood soaked, dirtied and battered, gem.

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