It's me, bbC. What up? Found some old poems I wrote a while back. They're pretty special to me. I hope you enjoy them:
Poem 1
You came to me in a dream.
Now I have a gun.
a gun.
Poem 2
The snow tastes like popcorn from ages past.
You pissed me off.
Now I have a machete.
Poem 2.5
Well, how the world spins,
Its days mocking our death, our birth.
Your death is more like it cause I'm gonna get some revenge.
Poem 3
Roasted Duck on Christmas Morning...
Never say "fuck you" to me when I'm driving, asshole
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