I call you friend.
You call me loser.
I am your friend.
You are my abuser.
You say you can’t
because you’re busy.
This poem’s a rant.
but Good luck in A.P.!
& Hollah at me whenever you can,
but stop calling me those names.
&I’ll stop the poems,cuz I’m man.
&even I think this is kinda lame.
ahah I WIN CUZ MY WORDS RHYMED! WHO’S THE LOSER NOW?HUH?
I’m as cool as a fridge full of cucumbers!!!…on the surface of the sun. =P
Oh yeah. I said it. cucumbers. u mad bro? u mad?