2001-12-23 - 11:06 p.m.
a creepy poem!
i wrote!!
as you walk down a hall
after you i shoot
then i watch you fall
thats when i now you pooped
it came from the tips
my finger cold
pressed up agianst your lips
as i held you in a choke hold
so brains of yours i taste
its no fault o mine
thought it wasnt laced
so i emptied into you my nine!
