HE IS THE OFFICALLY LAND OF HATRED HONORED AND TREASURED POET.
REAL GOOD.
I heard there was a sexay partay going on in here.
Psy, come to me and I will free you from all desires.
Behold, I have returned from my Pilgrimage with a message for you Christmas, but I have hidden it deeply in this next line.... Even leprachauns are mortal.
thank you for your praise oh glorious fan. Christmas In righteous greed presents will reep the presence of dead santa and dead Christ on the cross signifying Christmas' end. Now piss off ya' wanker. (i totally sound British)
Oh talented poet, your poem is truly wonderful and we will do our best to hunt FREAKING HAPPY down with our deadly bear trap just for you.
I want to rip out your gull bladder and see if i can make myself a gill bladder.
Oh talented poet, we await your poem with raging fire and cries of agony.
I'll write you a poem about Jesus.
