Bianciella FC Wamph's corner of Buzzen.

a poem...by Bianciella

Stuck in the back of wagon Angry like a flaming dragon Not much to pocket I tried and said 'fockit' So i sat in funk The Outlaw was a punk Who clearly needed to wash For his belongings smelt like squash I could say much worse things But I know that he would flings ... things that would go pings off my head till I flipped him the bird and showd him the rings!       

I call bullshit!

You sit behind your compute gabbing of how much 'honour' you have...how dare you! The lies and bullshit that spew from your mouth are worse than any disease one could contract! Do yourself a favour....GROW SOME BALLS...be a man and own up to the fact that you dont deserve the position you are in or to have good people around you. BLAH BLAH BLAH so goes my venting.