Alright, so i walk into my 4th period class and have seat where i usually sit. I lean over and notice this paper ball in the seat in front of me. So, i pick it up and exam it, hoping it might be 2 lesbian chicks cybering over paper (I've seen it before). But what i do find is a long poem of some sort about somebody and his/her gf. I think this might have been written by 2 people since the handwritting style changes halfway through, but anyways... I hate touching poems so i gave it my own modifications. twisted Behold...
Things have been getting kind a heavy gay these days
trying to figure out which road to take train to get hit by
many decisions to be made
and the only time i feel ok
is when im in eating your arms flesh
dear baby girl zombie victim you got me missing eating you all day long
from the second i wake up, to minute my day is done body decays
from every breath bite that i take in
ill swear on every inch of my lungs brain
im with munching on you
yeah idk how to say this
but every little thing is going to be alright Graaaaagh! Brnhr?
so baby dinner dont you worry
cause i wake up with faith from the dead
that and things will be ok are chaotic
its just for now we seem
so far away from home death
every things such a daze
no i dont want to go
it hurts to drive away
in the mirror i can see
break lights hit your face
as your waving me goodbye hit by a train moose
horde
I loled.
Zombie Zombie Revolution!
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