My Poor ol' ... I feel like Crap.

My Poor ol' ... I feel like Crap.

A Poem by SirPen
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Fun can be dangerous... and not fun.

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Sudden turns,

I spin and churn,

 

Raging rampant,

My stomach rapid,

 

Howling loud,

Sick endowed,

 

I gasp out fouls,

And grasp my bowels,

 

I pray to God,

Help me now,

As I plod,

 

And I vomit my burger, hotdog, potato chips, and drink all over the pavement in front of the ridiculously long, fast and horrid ride, that I had to wait about an hour and half min. long, just to find out how much I can feel like a piece of s**t.

© 2014 SirPen


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15/25 on rhythm
15/25 on word usage
2/25 on Title
70/25 on ending. LOL

Posted 10 Years Ago



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