Back in the 90's, I had a hobby of following my friends around at clubs and making them write bad poetry for me. The word poetry was used very loosely. Well, completely incorrectly would be a better term since it was also used for articles, completely fabricated self-help columns and random complete and utter nonsense.
These are the results of those (often drunken) ramblings.






Tuesday, June 8, 2010

The Ex-GF

The ex-girlfriend

(Ode to W)

By: Monica

Die bitch die, I want you to die

In the most painful way possible

I want to beat you with a baseball bat

I want to beat you till you die

You’re a good for nothing shit and you will die

With a baseball bat in your eye.



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