Elvis is dead and I don't feel so good myself.Little birdy in the sky, dropped a poepie in my eye.i don't scream, i don't cry.
i thank the lord that cow's can't fly!
Roses are red, violets are blue, most poems ryhm, but this one doesn't…I'm popey the sailorman, I'm member of the klu klux clan,when I pull the triger, I kill a fucking nigger.
I'm popey the sailor man, toet toet
I met a boy in the states i give him my hart he gave me aids.Mommy, Mommy! Can I wear a bra now? I'm 16.. Shut up, Albert…
