Thursday, January 30, 2014

Self-centered poem.

All I think about is me
I'm so bored of me
Why can't I stop thinking about me
Why can't I help other people
I'm so tired
There's hole in the floor of my dreams
I had a burger for breakfast
I shoved it in
I didn't want my back fat to be lonely
I gave it more to love
My fucking back fat can go fuck itself with the rest of the back fat I just gave it.
I just shoved a candy bar on top of that.
WHY THE FUCK NOT??

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