Typical Junkie Poems
there once was an old man that could dance
but this isnt about all that
its about all his plants
they once were only seeds in some soil
but when they wouldnt grow
man.. he would boil
he feed them with things he couldnt pronounce
hopeing soon he would have an ounce
he opened his eyes to a wonderful surprise
to see his house had been covered in plants
when he could not get out of bed
and could not raise his head
he just smiled
as he pissed in his pants.......
:oops: 8) :shock:
