Pinkeye, a poem.

How do you fuck with this Pinkeye? It’s an STD, You can see from miles away…. and when they see, they run for hills, throwing crucifixes with their fingers, the fear on their faces. Booty calls: “I wanna toss ya’….” I got pinkeye. “Oh, never mind….~click~” And suddenly you are the decease, Bacteria, A kissContinue reading “Pinkeye, a poem.”