My Poor ol' ... I feel like Crap.A Poem by SirPenFun can be dangerous... and not fun.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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