I know this place quite well

this is hell

Random Poem

  • surrounded by idiots

    surrounded by idiots
    beer and whisky are my compatriots

    you see, I need to survive
    I really need to keep alive

    while my hate for idiocy 
    gets the better of me

    I look at the sky 
    daily wondering why 

    a modicum of intelligence
    makes me the pestilence