A war that's been raging for far too long
Where no one gives in
But I've had enough of finding out who's right or wrong
Because there never was one, you're too childish to see which one wins
Get it together, you little troglodytes
I've had enough of your petty little fights
You all are grownups, not hormonal teenagers
Heck, even I have more common sense than you, freaky strangers
Back the hell down, who told you to whine?
This is no old era, you have brains this time
So stop all your bickering, just be at ease.
God, y'all are fricken nasties.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"IT'S POEHTIHC" Said the nut, who's one of the authors of this book. "...YOU BAKA, FOINE" Was what the potato, the other author, replied as she laughed and wondered what's wrong with them. This book is a compilation of poems made by two weird author...
