Poopsicles
In the air a frosty fecal chill. And the smell of a brown spill. Poopsicles hang from the ceiling. I …
In the air a frosty fecal chill. And the smell of a brown spill. Poopsicles hang from the ceiling. I …
Good old coffee, it keeps me awake. I’m on cup five, here comes the quake. But coffee keeps me fired …