Sunday, July 10, 2016

Horrible, just horrible (with very bad poems!)




You know one of those horrible dreams that you can't get out of, and finally you wake up and you're in a horrible dream that you can't get out of, and finally you wake up and you're in a horrible dream that you can't get out of?




Horrible, horrible man at the door
man at the door
man at the door
Horrible, horrible man at the door
Horrible man at the window.





I am on your hand, but 

I don't understand.

Who you are or
What that thing is on your head,

Why is that thing on your head.




When your face rots like that,
It makes me crazy,
When your face rots like that,
I feel like I have rabies.




The best meat is here, no, the best meat is here,
It's very clear 
to me
That the (very) best meat is here.




I have to smile, oh
I have to smile,
because it makes me
gladsome
Just after a while!


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