My, my, what a tragedy,
In a society such as this,
Suffering for me is inevitable.
And now it's just clear,
No longer a mistake,
To lose faith in my own race.
Horribly living with me
Reproducing more and more
Of these terrible creatures
Pushing destruction
Every single step they take
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...
