Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Death Desk

Desk

I get sat on everyday

Some people write on me

I get moved around the room all the time

There is always fresh gum on me

There are always new people to come and sit on me

and I do the same thing everyday.

I Live with all my friends

Some of them get wrote on a lot more then me
But we are all close to getting replaced but at least we go down together.  

Spider-Man Scabs

Spider-Man Scabs


I found a naked muffin
Next to a dead spider
But in the shadow i see a fat-man
a spider-man
HE is eating a toby-scab
He became scab-man
He rescued flying dogs
and fought galloping guys
He went to his floppy house
To eat all of his whipping cereal

He died one fortified afternoon