Well then, another late night Blog. Only thing is it isn't really late night, kinda like 11:26PM Eastern Standard. Anyway today was interesting. Had fun and other stuff. Robbed my best friend of a mini-disc, which I gave back to him later. My Poem:

T'was a silver moon that night
A hot summer night
A normal city night
with crime, despotism and the occasional robbery

The bum in the corner enjoys giving fright
to the nearby child named Diggory
Out of fright he holds his mother tight
Until they are out of the bum's sight

A businessman is returning home
He gets on the N train
Along with the Pizza Hut guy
There is baby who cries
The crying drives them all insane
Then comes in the bum with the Trombone
He sooths the baby to sleep
Just figures that he isn't really a freak

Thank you. Thank you; don't try copying this poem for two reasons.

1. It sucks hot rancid balls of Hellhounds.
2. I'll find you and stick a hot poker so far up your ass that you'll wish that you would have never been born.