Saturday, August 23, 2008

I can't spend my time
Picking up your mess
The pieces of trouble
You leave everywhere.

I'm sick to death
Of hauling you around
You have two legs.
Stand on them.
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2 comments:

Brass Baboon said...

Says Tolsi

August 25, 2008 at 1:13 AM
Scratch said...

Haha, no. It was about you. Not that i'm sick of haulin you around, but you, me.

August 26, 2008 at 1:03 AM

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