My Poems

Dinner Time I like my human crispy..     snap, crackle, pop. The girl with the fat arse Yesterday I saw her, but only from behind. Her left cheek jiggled I was hypnotized Pat a cake pat a cake, pat a cake, cannibal man, bake me a child as fast as you can prick it and bake it and stuff it with cheese, and put him in the oven at 80 degrees. Poor, fat Mike Poor Mike Caroline did not like the pig so left him at the punky gig alone, alone Poor Mike so what if he is very fat should not leave him alone like that alone, alone. Poor oh so retarded Mike went home, went home nobody cares.