pickles are green
oranges are mean
everyone hates
the evil crates
hate on admins
and ull hate on your self
chickens smell
but u cant tell

You are like sweet pickles.
I prefer dill,
Always have and always will
And your taste will never be enough.

But I choose you
Because you are the
Only thing on the table
That looks familiar.

Your skin is just as
Pleasing as a dill pickle,
But this little similarity will only
Sour my smile,
And my disappointment in your taste
Will become quite apparent
As it echoes through the tunnels and channels of my
Lips and eyes.

But I’ve passed up cheeses
And wines for you
(The cheeses are unfamiliar,
Smelly, and fattening; the
Wines turn me red
And stupid).

Yes, I have chosen you.
I hope your eyes dilate at that
And the growing and enveloping blackness
Takes over your vision and your will,
Rendering me invisible
But twice as lovely and
Four times as dangerous.

With you blinded now, sweet pickles,
Let me tie you up in my fingers
And kill you.

Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue...
I'm In Love But Not With You...
When We Broke Up You Thought I Cried
But All It Was...
Was Another Guy,
You Told Your Friends That I Was A Trick,
I Told Mine That You Had A Weak ♥♥♥♥...
I Said I Loved You
And You Thought It Was True,
But Guess What Baby?!
You Got Played Too!!

Sitting on my lazy arse
I drift into a daydream,
Thinking 'bout you fully smothered
From head to toe in chocolate cream.

I get this thought every day and night
And wonder when it would stop.
But I can't help thinking what it'll be like
If there was a cherry placed on top!

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Valve cannot count
Cue hlaf life 22

I have a Haiku for you all -
We are such swag ♥♥♥♥,
What are we even doing,
Why is this a thing.