Poopare For War
In times of peace, you must poopare for war. So that is why I’m shittin’ on the floor! I’m not …
Pure Pooetry
Storms a Brewin’
One eerie night the wind did blow. The wind outside and the wind below. Outside was cold but inside was …
Pure Pooetry
The Battle of Fearless Trev
A war was raging from deep within. What was coming was not going to be thin. I could feel the …
Pure Pooetry
