Put a gun in your mouth dude.

Him and not me, right?

Here I am slightly late to the party:

The roses are dead
The violets are dead
Someday we will be too
Come join me in bed

roses are red
that much is true
I'm fucking wasted
let's screw

Roses are red
Violets are blue
So is your face
The cops are here too

or

Roses are red
Violets are blue
So are your balls
Your mom is here too

I don't believe in death

We don't die when we die

That's ridiculous.

Roses are subject to discussion on primary colors
Violets represent secondary others
Poems are as romantic as
The beheading of a saint

I'm a kitty I'm a kitty
I'm a kitty I'm a kitty
oh oh oh
I'm a kitty

tfw eternal love for crappy 80s pop music