| ANOTHER poem from kara. |
[16 Jan 2005|12:43pm] |
a night in parma
Last night we went on an adventure
even though it was a very cold temperature
it was snowy and cold
dammnn that janitor was really old
so we ventured into aladins castles
and we looked like little white assholes
the we got a picture sketched
and then we made scott play fetch
he went into a drug dealers store
and said give me chagne for that whore
when katelyn and ali joined the fun
we went to tgi fridays and nobody got some....food.
So I colored a picture and scott said "hey look there's holy name hicks"
before all that we went to johny applestix
So back on track we left fridays in a snap
then we went out in the night
and down a shady ally were we though we would get into a ghetto fight
we saw coreys neon (how could you not)
and we praed it wasnt keyed on.
We were in the parma ghetto
and the people were waitin for a ride on the "metro"
All the people were pretty
it look like we were surounded by brothas of fittty!
they same in all colors
and we liked like we were burnt toasts butter
so this is the end my friend
and the story of our night in parma heights.
- Kara.
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