Worst. Poem. Ever.

Lying in wait, amongst the wickedest weather,
For nothing of power can be buried forever,

As from times long gone past
A withered legacy of a sullen task.
For only in the rain.
The nikeman cometh again...


General Ramblings and Observations by Tom of Earth: a cryptic emotionally-driven look into the life of times of the infamous sock wearer, gadget-whore, unintentional blasphemer, hypocrite, servant of Xenu, Pastafarian, absurdist and thantophobic...without me, its just aweso

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