A poem of love, by yours truely, Johnny Flapjacks.
As the rain will fall
and the artist will draw.
As the madman will scrawl
and the baby will crawl.
One thing is for sure, FUCK YOU!
As my thoughts will escape
and the evil will rape.
As the cameras will tape
and the sorrow will drape.
One thing is for sure, FUCK YOU!
As the beauties will cry,
and as the innocent will die.
As your dreams will fly,
and the tears will dry.
One thing is for sure, FUCK YOU!
ok, ok, this was actually suppose to be some kind of off the cuff nonsense that was intended for laughs. I spent so much brain power focusing on the rhyming aspect, this is all that materialized. I actually wouldn't even post it, but I was sick to death of seeing my Vin Deisel post. I had to find something to replace it.
Do you think I should throw up some sort of picture on here too? You know, nothing relevant. I think I will, I mean what the fuck, might as well make this waste of a blog a little colorful right?
Yeah, thats better.....
As the rain will fall
and the artist will draw.
As the madman will scrawl
and the baby will crawl.
One thing is for sure, FUCK YOU!
As my thoughts will escape
and the evil will rape.
As the cameras will tape
and the sorrow will drape.
One thing is for sure, FUCK YOU!
As the beauties will cry,
and as the innocent will die.
As your dreams will fly,
and the tears will dry.
One thing is for sure, FUCK YOU!
ok, ok, this was actually suppose to be some kind of off the cuff nonsense that was intended for laughs. I spent so much brain power focusing on the rhyming aspect, this is all that materialized. I actually wouldn't even post it, but I was sick to death of seeing my Vin Deisel post. I had to find something to replace it.
Do you think I should throw up some sort of picture on here too? You know, nothing relevant. I think I will, I mean what the fuck, might as well make this waste of a blog a little colorful right?
Yeah, thats better.....