Where Is The Lasagna? Poem by Zachary Buck Hultman
Where Is The Lasagna?
Where is the lasagna?
Master through it out for no reason
Half a trey, wasted venison
Dying of hunger on the streets if I went runnin'
Chili's spoiling on the counter, where were you then?
Forced to hunt for him again and again
Blow my brains out, more will be livin'
A baby actively in child molested slavery actively attempting to deal with their trauma from being an active child molested slave against every law known to humanity.
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A baby actively in child molested slavery dealing with his active trauma from being a baby actively in child molested slavery against every law known to mankind.