You are never alone Because if you think you are alone You must have enemies Your enemies are always there for you And your friends are not.
Ok, you feel better now? What. you dont. Oh well. I guess i screwed up again. Farewell. And may Satan's trident freeze in the Heat of Hell and crack just before he jams it into ye. May the wind always be at your back. And may you be literally climbed upon by masses of females who are a good 10, 20, or even more, years younger than yourself. Happy Thanksgiving!
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Posted: Nov 2021
About this poem:
I composed my latest masterpiece while in the depths of depression. Engulfed in my pain and suffering. Because poets and stuff are made to suffer and feel pain. Otherwise, i am doing fine! Tonight i plan to take out the old binocs and go hang out in a dark parking lot not far from the hotel so i can look at the drunk girls thru their opened curtains, in various stages of undress. Thank you.