Bite Me!
I am not an apple Or a tree But I surely Might like to be. Neither am I An Oscar Mayer Weiner Neener, neener, neener. I like it when the rain Tortures my post-adolescent brain And the hole that is in my head Is the one I stuff with bread! Bite Me! Writhing worms in my cranium Are driving me insanium... Sign in to see full entry.