This is Jak's birthday party dream. It's not the best (that's why it took me a minuet).
I fall onto the warm grass
I gasp for air and laugh
I turn to the bright sun for my light
Eat cake and hope it will last
Everyone cheers for me
And we celebrate to our delight
Such a wonderful day to be alive
Too bad it's only a dream
Jak: Do you like making me feel bad?
Me: well it's all you ever do. Other than feeling sorry for yourself.
Jak: I get angry too, you know. And I don't feel sorry for myself.
Me: Suuure droopy eyes
Jak: Why You….
To sum this up there is eternal war and much censoring needed. Let it be know though that Jak is a very sad man.
Jak: Just so you know this poem sucked.
