Friday, March 20, 2015

A poem about Mark

My friend mark has the charm of a turd
Among people I dream of hitting he easily ranks third
Jokes always fly over his head with a whoosh
And when he speaks I'm reminded of a douche 
Most days I regret knowing him bitterly 
With his dumb face and the misuse of the word literally 
His annoyance often fills me with much fatigue
But at least I can enjoy every time he dies in League

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