My Pop Tart

Poem By katie wright

i dropped my pop tart on the floor
i wont see it any more
it makes me so depressed
and with this i must confess
i am waiting for someone to pick it up off the floor and eat it
oh no its been stepped on
everybody talk jamacain mon
and mourn for my little friend

Comments about My Pop Tart

no u dont mine is way better yours is garbage
mines better take an L
i write amazing stuff dont i?


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