Originally Posted by GrAmOf0n

Tragedy
Short poem by Gram

On toilet I'm sittin',
Round ankles are my pants.
In peace I am shittin'
With my phone in hands.

I reach for toilet paper,
And yet, there is none.
My screams, thick as vapour
Echoed like they are one.

Originally Posted by Gunkman04

Roses are Brown
Violets are Brown
The grass is brown
Who keeps shitting on my lawn?

Originally Posted by Gunkman04

Roses are Brown
Violets are Brown
The grass is brown
Who keeps shitting on my lawn?