Good times.

      Good times.

 

Sometimes I look back on those simple, "good old time", stupid ,f*****g retarded moments,

& laugh a little.

 

Sometimes I think of that picture that I drew, that I lost Of Jack falling down the hill, while killing Jill.

 

Sometimes I get so f*****g caught up in something that seems so f*****g important to me at that very f*****g stupid time in my life,

& then later laugh a little.

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Happens to the best of us, we learn to laugh at ourselves alot as we age and realize our job on earth is just to love people and do the best we can with what we have. Thats it simple as that. This poem is real. Real feelings. Don't just laugh a little, Laugh Alot!