Requiem For A Deranged Poet
I wrote this odd bit of verse after being up for 48 hours straight, living on nothing more than 1-liter bottles of Orange Slice and the big, 50-cent Little Debbie Fudge Rounds. Hope you enjoy it. Requiem For A Deranged Poet With neither rhyme nor reason I cater to the call And thrust my mighty... Sign in to see full entry.