Don't gulp it down
It's not your friend
It can give you more than a frown
It could be the end
It's not a snack
It's only for your clothes
Unless you want a bowel attack
That's just how it goes
I'm sure it doesn't taste good
I hope it's out of children's reach
Don't taste it in the hood
Seriously, don't drink bleach
YOU ARE READING
Gray's Sick Poetry
PoetrySome poetry of the highest class. I should clarify, some of it is kinda weird, but it has its moments.
