Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Don't read me

I have no life
I have no time to talk to my wife
I lost my job
My uncles name is bob
Fish stink
Pigs are fat
That is what i think about.
I am now homeless
I eat crap.
Boats are cool.
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3 comments:

  1. AnonymousOctober 21, 2010 at 7:59 AM

    This is very random. And weird. Good job :).

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  2. Maple BowenOctober 21, 2010 at 8:02 AM

    I like this poem.
    The last line makes it officially suck.
    Good job

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  3. H.R. in alpineOctober 21, 2010 at 8:06 AM

    wow thats very interesting and wierd. Honestly did not make sense and was bad.

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