Pres. Penis and His Bag of Tricks, by Sandwich Massacre Subscribe to rss feed for Sandwich Massacre

deep deep red deep
sweet bright fake
don't laugh mr. half-staff
this world is not your place

rich body doomed body
10 inches of: you wish
100 gods in your wallet toy
you’ve still got an empty dish

be proud of the greened-up vomit spewing from your mouth
your words the turds the rejected intoxication lost in your
broken-
happy waste leg brace the extent of your accomplishments
look around burned the town the annihilation of your
subconscious

pretty pretty girls pretty
sweet bright fake
attracted to you super glued
subservient holler mistake

fad hobby bad hobby
10 inches of disease
hard fit won’t admit
a lie for your appease
Posted: 2005-11-10 21:48:33 UTC

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2005-11-17 23:17:49Amy Mc
sounds like a male pig poem. but yeah i liked it and the rhyming was good. hehe are you male or female that way i can understand your poetry better.

2005-11-19 15:14:34Sandwich Massacre
female. it should say it in my bio thing.