Bold means I wrote it

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And so are you

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm bad at rhymes
U want som fuk?

Roses are red
Violets are red
Everything is red
Because my garden is on fire

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Lets go to a restaurant
And steal all the menus

Roses are red
Blood is red
My bedsheets are red
Because I stabbed you in the throat eight minutes ago

Quarks and stuff.
Space dust.
Even crraaaaazzieerr space duuusttt.
Coming soon, to a dank river valley near you.

I saw a homeless man named rich. Isn't that terrible? Saw a flyer for a lost dog. The dog didn't have any legs. I saw a diabetic kid. Trick or treating. I saw giraffe with a short neck. Isn't that sad? or a deer..... I saw an old man get hit. By a train. He didn't see it in the poring rain. He didn't hear me say "Look out for the train." Because I didn't say anything.

Have you ever felt sad or lonely? Have you ever felt two feet tall? Have you ever though "Man if only, I was anybody else at all."? They like to kick you, when times get rough. When you give your all, but it's not enough. Sticks and stones, might, break your bones, but, word can break your, heart. And if you don't know, where to go, I'll, show you where to, start. Kill yourself. It'll only take a minute. You'll be happy that you did it. Just, go, over to you oven and shove your head in it. Kill yourself.

The difference between girls and boys: is that boys fuck things up. And girls, are fucked up.

"I hate to say it, but I actually don't feel any different than before," she said. "I'm a little jealous it's not working on me the way it is on- HOLY SHIT, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" Mo jerked her head toward a small noise in the distance. "Relax, mo," Cash said softly, like he was talking to a toddler. "It was probably just a raccoon-" "A RACCOON?" Mo shouted in terror. "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO RELAX WHEN THERE ARE RACCOONS? HOW CAN ANYONE SLEEP AT NIGHT WHEN THISE THINGS ARE CRAWLING AROUND THE WORLD? OH MY GOD, THEY HAVE DIGITS! WHY WOULD GOD MAKE AN ANIMAL YOU CAN HIGH-FIVE_WHY WOULD HE DO IT?" "Mo, the pot's making you paranoid. Don't worry, it happens to a lot of people. Just remember, the raccoons are more afraid of you than you are of them, I promise." "The raccoons are afraid of Mo!" Sam giggled. "They read her fan-fiction and now they're scared!" "Raaaaccoooooon," Topher slowly sounded out. "Huh, strange word." "It makes you wonder why any of us are what we are, doesn't it?" Joey said as if he was speaking directly to the stars. "I mean, what separates us from raccoons? Like, really though? We're born, we fight, we eat, we mate, we raise our young, and we die just like them. So why aren't we raccoons? We don't dig through trash like they do, but we're still scavengers." "I dig through trash!" Sam squealed. "Does that make me a raccoon? I'd be such a cute raccoon!" "CAN WE STOP SAYING THE WORD RACCOON?" No begged, and rubbed her body like one was crawling under her skin.

^^^^^ that's from the book "stranger than FanFiction"

(Quick note- how would you feel if I wrote "AND PEGGY" thirty three thousand times?)