DEVON IS A TRAITOR
THOUGH HE IS A HATER,
I WANT HIM AND KRISTINA TOGETHER
BECAUSE HE IS AS FRAGILE AS A FEATHER
GOD I SUCK AT POETRY
I open the window to smell a strange smell
Perhaps it was burning wood
Maybe even Devon trying to cook
But as I jump out the window to investigate,
I see a moron setting fire to
A pile of 64 jalapeños
:( ):
I'm going to start ending my poems with, 'A pile of 64 jalapeños.'