Sheep.
Why do people count them to go to sleep?
Sheep.
When it doesn't fucking work!
Sheep.
Every night I run out of them.
Sheep.
Their suppose to help you.
Sheep.
But they don't help me.
Sheep.
I hate sheep.
Sheep.
And sheeps hate me.
Sheep.
Fuck you sheep!
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My fucked up poems
PoetryThese are my fucked up poems. Some people say they like them but I don't believe them. Their alright I guess. I'm going to put quotes in here too and my drawings. But I didn't make them up, their from the books I read. This is my first time doing th...
