Not happy
with the quality
or lack thereof
He is writing.
Grrrrrr.



Once I helped a pumpkin laugh
It sounded like a hollow drum
When all the seeds they rattled round
Just so the sound could come



I am the paper
That lives under a planet
Where the wild winds blow
So cold they freeze the molecules
I am underwritten
Turned over so noone reads
Pick me up and try to peek
The words will make you freeze


..... Yeah.
..... Yeah. Suck.