
I eat chips last nate ,it wasnt tasting nice because i had the strange feeling in my mouth.
So i looked the dead line of the crisps,it was very clear typed, passed out to last night.
I was very furios at the time, coudnt think straight in my mind,that i eat the chips for last night.
So i went to the market store,to take my order for shure in knowing that i eat it,and im very disapointed in them.
They say that there are not the case to blame ,because they put the bonus frame.
I coudnt understand why is this happening to me,im a cursed by the food of god? whos trying to blame
my freind Tod,in knowing that i eat the chips that are supost to meant to him.
Eatherway im sad and my stomach hurts,wonna blame somebody, but in me hurts the fact that i feel the pain
of the little game ,whod Tod and me was united by a bonus frame,
of the work of the chips Goddess.
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