butters
High on a Hill
- Joined
- Jul 2, 2009
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I get chicken wings stuck in my gullet
stones of cliches stuck in my craw
I really don't know if I can do this
This new poems anymore
Absolutely fucking brilliant
A breath of shit on a sun shiny day
is known as compost
it makes the flowers of May
bloom
like an idiot from Atlanta
take a break
go back to the start
create
shit is such an ugly word
but i see you've heard
it makes the gardens grow
so mary mary
a li'l contrary
there's e-value to be found in
pyramids