I like to write, but the problem is that I'm not so good at it. I've been working on a book for a few years and the sad thing is, I'm only on chapter two. I know I've got some real potential buried some where deep inside me, but I'm afraid I won't be able to dig it all up before St. Peter's asking me all of those questions that will forever change my (after)life.
I also like poetry, though it's usually the insulting stuff.
I also like poetry, though it's usually the insulting stuff.
Example:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
You smell like
Some monkey's poo
I know it's not nice
I know it's quite mean
But you've got to be the most disgusting
Person I've seen
It's not just my opinion
Many other people think
That you're ugly, disgusting,
And you really stink
Note: I don't actually think that of anyone.
Violets are blue
You smell like
Some monkey's poo
I know it's not nice
I know it's quite mean
But you've got to be the most disgusting
Person I've seen
It's not just my opinion
Many other people think
That you're ugly, disgusting,
And you really stink
Note: I don't actually think that of anyone.
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