high_lighter_blues doar My high_lighter done did me wrong, marking the words in this song. My high_lighter done did me bad, showing everyone just why I'm sad. Little yellow smears you left upon your daring smirky theft. I know the words you cannot waste, and all the places you cut and paste. My high_lighter is almost done, important enough to weigh a ton. My high_lighter is now green, versatile in its sheen. (okay, I'm not really happy with the above but I'm bored) 040816 ... jackal worst poem ever 040816 ... Death of a Rose Yeah, it bites donkey balls. 040816 what's it to you? who go blather from