Tuesday 27 October 2009

Poetic Piss.

Wet Forearm,
You cause no harm,
Yet the reaction is of great alarm.

You wipe your sediment upon my skin,
Ageing doctors,
Cure my wing.

It is you whos outlook is express,
My hotmail is cluttered,
it makes me depressed.

GORMATCH BUST!?!?!!!? frillis-mussmuss.

This poem is about when people wipe their wet hands on your arm and the reaction is 'awh.'

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