the_worst_poem_of_qwerty_the_pig
qwerty the pig You donít scare meÖ
With your pouting lips
With your outstretched arms
With your stick.

I have become immune

I learned some time ago
To look within me for truth.
And now all I need from you
Is the number
Of the surgeon
That you used
To sew me up
Last time.
040429
...
dvorak the goat Having me, who was not made to obtain... your pouting lip which loads the arm where your stick has been attached are expanded.

I reached the point where I am immune

I learned because of the truth before you, you see for a while among me, yourself. And everything which now I need from you is the number of surgeons who are used for you sewing me with respect to the end.
040429
...
qwerty the pig I am shamed by your droll mutation 040430
what's it to you?
who go
blather
from