four lines
"when you first took my hand on that cold christmas eve,you promised me broadway was waiting for me.
you scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot,
happy christmas my arse, thank god its our last."
well at least it rhymes.
"so he sneaked to his portmanteau and brought out his pipes and tobacco again. there should be moderation, he felt, in all things, even in virtue; so for that night he smoked immoderately."
posted by Tilted @ 10:50 pm
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