Late start tomorrow Bitches

[escape_this]

"Druuunk and dying"

Alas, Alack, an Ass of myself

Anchor one foot to the floor

Tell the man upstairs to stop the spinning

Until tomorrow when I'm not sitting

Like a wounded bird just sitting

Wounded on the floor

Too weak to go on. Leave me behind

I'll be back tomorrow friends

I will sleep

And fight the good fight

From the comfort of that bed.

Comments

[lost_rhetoric]

hmmm

i still say herpies

[sh0pnchick5]

u need to post ur essay! i want to read it b-ho! (i stayed up till 1 am writting my last one)