...abominaly wasted carcasses...
In the shower, I watched my, my dog taking, to another animal, who was on, the kitchen table.
My television set, from the walmart, thats blown up, in a shanizzling, by the terrorists, is really sexy, so I took, a million games, and smelled them, so i could, see if they, were truly authentic, and they were, really scratched up, so I used, a rag but, instead I used,
Michael Jackson's nose, to fix them.
However after that, my boyfriend came, and shot me, so I died.
Now the end.
I later got, an e-mail from, God asking how, your so really, immortal so then, I replied to his, chimpanzee and said, I'm the God, of teletubies club, at the school.
I then saw, A giant Boobah, eating a smelly, cock biting warble, covered in turd, abominaly wasted carcasses, which I love, to dance with, during a supernova...
The end will come soon. I add no line.

This will die so I shall end it, then.
We go kaboom. The End

IT SHALL NEVRE DIE!!ok then..the poem is getting a bit too long so if u wanna put it in paragraph version, start from here now.
my smouldered ashes...
God, I;m giving you people a day to end the poem. They don't go on forever you know.
that go flying
( I did end it, but it started again. Teehee.

)
green seven pudding
(lol so random)
In the shower, I watched my, my dog taking, to another animal, who was on, the kitchen table.
My television set, from the Walmart, thats blown up, in a shanizzling, by the terrorists, is really sexy, so I took, a million games, and smelled them, so I could, see if they, were truly authentic, and they were, really scratched up, so I used, a rag but, instead I used,
Michael Jackson's nose, to fix them.
However after that, my boyfriend came, and shot me, so I died.
Now the end.
I later got, an e-mail from, God asking how, your so really, immortal so then, I replied to his, chimpanzee and said, I'm the God, of Teletubies club, at the school.
I then saw, A giant Boobah, eating a smelly, cock biting warble, covered in turd, abominaly wasted carcasses, which I love, to dance with, during a supernova, oo-oo ah-ah yes, we go kaboom.
My smouldered ashes, tastes like chocolate, mucous eating monkeys, that go flying, I see a...
Q flying away (

)
...by me and...
...then the mods...
...came and ended...
...the poem forever....
...THE ENNNND.....