So here i am... sitting... thinking... apparently im not a good vice president... everyone think sthat i do my job suckily.... and prolly think i need to die... so with that said i will try to make this as funny as possible.....

Now yesterday after i wrote my long awaited entry... MacKenzie Lovelace wanted me to write a special poem about her.....so in a fight to make her happy... i did.... here it is....

The Girl in a Castle

MacKenzie was her name.

A girl with long brown hair. 

She lived in a castle in the clouds.

She hid in her secret lair.

In this lair she had a mouse.

He was as white as milk with red eyes.

Gepeto was his experiment name.

She was the one he despised.

MacKenzie had dreams of stallions,

Running in meadows, with flailing manes.

She laughed at the jester and sent him away.

She ordered him to be set aflame.

This girl was smart with no common sense.

Oliver was the name of her cat.

She would pet him night and day.

This cat was spoiled and therefore, fat.

This was MacKenzie’s life.

Her deepest thoughts.

Now MacKenzie climbs down her castle.

With bed sheets tied together in knots.

Now if you don't think that is funny, you can go screw yourself cus thats the best i can do.  Now i bid a adue. and rave on with my pensive day.  I don't have those klinda days very often.

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