Ah! Oui oui. Ze media makes ze, how you say? Mountain out of ze molehill. Ze young maiden was 13. It not so bad. In France that is perfect age for introduce into society. Oui oui, mon cherie. He simply wanted to make sweet love to ze young maiden. It is ze desire of ze flesh.
Poetry
poetry
poetry
Hopelessness
hopelessness
hopelessness
I end my morning chant
I start my day time rant
I find my girlfriend's pants
I smell my girlfriend's purse.
Me and her are minty fresh.
She just uses me for a chunk of hearty flesh.
My dreams. She breaks all those scenes...
Here is Hitler
that rascal kid.
Always annoys Mr Watshisface next door.
Didn't they teach him manners?
I'll try.
So Mother can I have a hand.
Here is Hitler.
A frozen day.
Ice on the ground.
Figure skating unitentionally.
Oh no you Hitler.
Why you little Hitler.
I oughta sock you...
We're outside.
You're having a smoke.
I'm having a toke.
You're telling a joke.
I bite you.
My son is a rodent.
So I try to ignore him.
He is insular in every fashion.
But I'm not concerned
because his autobiography will be a classic.
Every lover reminds me of my Jessica.
I drown my...