The End Is Near,
That I Can’t Express,
My Final Curse Son.
Poet Hunters Know,
I Slid It My Way, And Now,
The Only Way A Poet,
Knows Is The Inspiration,
Highway. So Nice Try,
Censor Shite! Bye Bye.
*Note* This Is A Fictional Poem And Nothing To Do With This Shite Site Censoring All
It’s Poets Creativity! Lol And I Am Not A Liar! Inspired By The Sex Pistols And Sid!