i hate fleas,
they hate me.
i wish them death,
for being a flea.
one day, i will break all the chains
they put around me,
kick them out of my house,
put 'em where they should be.
in the flea grave!!!
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
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it creeps me out to know that they are like... pooping on my animal and stuff. then i pet my animal then i forget to wash my hands and i make a piece of toast or something. and then i eat flea poop.
i know there are bugs and crap on me all the time, i've seen discovery channel, i get that there is vermin. but fleas man, no thanks. i decline.
nice poem.
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