A short thought pertaining to the sexing up of flightless birds

[fat_people_suck]

The walls with shit I have been pasting
Lord I know I cant stop tasting,
The chemicals beneath the sink
Their labels so inviting, I must drink
But that it seems has broke my mind...
I screwed an ostrich from behind

Comments

whoa

[anonymous]

the lines about chemicals under the sink.....aren't they from a previous poem that you wrote called "12 slightly retarded german dogs" or something like that?

just curious

- The Big B.M.

Re: whoa

[fat_people_suck]

yes they are. but that poem is lost to the sands of time, as my computer had to be reimaged and i lost all of my data. it was the only line i could rremember and therefore it is now in another poem.
BITCH ASS!