thiz iz a pome eye rote w/my new BF
itz called
the fork
dark & weary
down below
nothing but stone
locked ^ in these cold shackelz
i sit & wathc the ratz fite
i jsut wish eye coold put ^ a fite
free myself frum this blite
eye twist & turn
nothing wurks
eye feel lyke eyem traped in an urn
wehre evel lurks
eye c tha dungen master, oh no hez got a fork!
and it not for eatting pork!
eye gasp in tearor
my life culd not b more unfairer
so then the dungem mastur looks @ me
and sudently i have to pee
in fear
of what is comming near
the fork
the fork
the...
fork...
if u dotn lyke it u can ggo fork ur mom LOLZ
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