Once again.. another poem just because I'm too tired to give a ******** about writing my life...
Nachos
When speaking of nachos Mirror douth say
"Aye, tastes much better than it looks like shiiit."
Many normal people simply run away
"Come back, I'm sane, you insensitive twit."
The cheesy sensation burning inside
Many a calorie it seems to contain
The sensation's still burning and I know why
This 'eat till your heart stops' is not a fun game
The smell of nachos oh so very divine
Whether it toasty, frozen or evenly burnt
I'm finding it f'king difficult to rhyme
See how much in school I have learnt?
I know I changed the subject
I know I don't make sense
A few seconds of your life I've wrecked
Why?..--Guess who just broke down your fence.. twisted
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[writers block..]
-suspense suspense-
Shut up I gtg now... I've got a beep test tomorrow...
EDIT: I finished!! =_=.. I need to sleep.
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