Lunch bag from hell by Charles Needles Kane
A damn essay poem that these people make me do
I once had a friend who liked me.
I killed him.
I once had a friend who hated me.
I killed him.
I once had an enemy who was my lunch.
He smiled at me. All the time.
All the time the bag had staired.
A lunch bag from hell.
The bag from hell was a clown.
A clown!
That clown had freakked my ass.
The bag from hell had haunted me.
The bag from hell was the killer.
I'd kill to get back my lunch bag from hell, kill people, kill sammys'.
As long as I got back my lunch bag… from hell.