Submissions by Josepherian

Willard the llama, disappointed his mamma, when he told her he was gay.
He popped a cap in her ass, and ran away fast, to be seen another day.
By gay he meant happy his momma was snappy and he just hid under the sky.
On God's green earth when she gave birth she was the happiest llama alive.
Willard got sad so he ran to his dad and said "Dad I've been momma deprived."
Willard met the snake who rolled him out a cake and sent him on his way
The rest were nice there were no fights, though it happened Willard was gay.

Who truly dictates your actions, your thoughts, everything that defines you? Is it truly you, do you stay I n control of yourself all the time? Life is but a court for a game, that game Is the internal struggle you have with the monster that defies you. With all of your being you despise that thing most, but in the end can you control it? You are but an ant in this world, many others are better than you, and that angers you inner demon. As another sobering thought crosses your mind, will you ever know who you are? Just the good you, you without the monster, your soulful being of pure...