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Spicy and Angus are constantly finding themselves making up stupid little poems off the tops of their noggins, so we thought we would let the public enjoy them as much as we do


Now you can send some poems of your own into us and we will post them up for u. they can be about absolutely anything you want, tho we will be reading them first so if they are shit they will obviously not be pinned up and most likely fed to the cat, so please not to many bad ones as we hate the cat and the more it gets fed the more it will become attached to us so please try ur hardest.

EMAIL UR POETIC TALENTS TO SPICY- vintagepunk_06@hotmail.com and ANGUS- woodpunk_09@hotmail.com

poems of cats being killed and destroyed most welcome

The boys below are quite good friends of ours they are from left: Jimmy, Mark, Lance, Sarge, and the little one goes by the name of  Piss Head

THE POEMS

Spicy's example of wat to NOT  send in.......
   

WHERE DID ALL MY FRIENDS GO?
Cats are fat and so ulgy i hate them
Living on the street and burning cats and swinging them by their tales is extremely fun
I know some people who are missing their cats
But now they are dead because they annoyed me so
I bashed them on the head with a soup ladle
The night i got high under the christmas tree

written by Spicy S. McHaggis

spicy has a job, a job u say? why yes indeedy, dunking cats in a pool pays the hourly rate of a computer techologistnistismist which shall be grand, but spicy dear lad has a gambling problem she spends all her days and nights feeding rats off the street, planting bombs or burning down trees is not like fellow spicy, insted little miss she likes to promote burning cats and fleas. siting on a thorn. spicy likes to make apple bongs for lung cancer patients i say dear spicy this is not dandy, but the young lass does not like to frown for penguins and evil fairys pray on spicy at night. but then angus comes to her rescue and kills them all with her cooking

written by Angus L Mcdonald


 
   
 

WE DONT FUCKING CARE ABOUT UR PANTHERS AND POLAR BEARS OK