Sea Basses Rule!
Dear Journal,
I am soooo cool, cos I got to the last level, AND I got to Sea Bass! That's, like, one of the highest things there are. there might be, oh, one more. Anyway, I sound like a totally obsessive dork. So here's another poem.
Let the flag fly
The Red, White, and Blue
Red for Murder, White for Fear, and Blue for Pain
the Stars are Betrayal
and the Stripes are Death
So go to Hell, America
There you go. I don't feel very poetic today.
Anna