I still like my poem now
I said nice one sorted pukka sound
I'll do you an E for fifteen pound
I said nice one sorted pukka sound
Pop this baby you'll be of the ground
I said nice one sorted pukka chill
Can you sort me out with another pill
'cause if you wat it
I've got it
and I'm always around
I'll do you an ounce for fifty pound
I went to a rave
Got outta my face
I did ketamine
It was fucking ace
Fuck me man you're really hardcore
I can tell from here
You know the score



It's not the length that matters,
but how hard you can splatter.

Sorry/coat
( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Thu 11 Aug 2005, 16:42, Reply)