Ignite
tables and chairs
ricketing under holes
&
you sitting under a chair
blame you for
my
mistakes
thats why i give you
popadoms -
ricketing
through
the warp and inky floors with stuck bacon(i'm not stuck)
and ricketing stops *
*You eat it
and i
smile :) ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mate i didn't realise how meaningfull you are, obviously you are trying to tell everyone that you would like to be moved to a mental home.....