One more shitty year.
It ends with a muffled flush.
I, for one, am glad.

Seven syllables:
Explosive diarrhea.
Did I spell that right?

What to do this night?
I'll dress up my favorite pig
with lipstick and gown.

And shoot fireworks
at the neighbors' wooden roof.
I be so evil.

Fuck, I hate Win 8.
I mean, Vista was better!
At least it's no Mac.