Catch. I'm throwing it back!

Ode to Fred (wicked)
since Fred is equally as special (hey Fred)

There is a favorite crime fighter I know
and her name is Fred
She slays evil pineapples
and strikes mischief dead.
She maybe a genius in disguise
or just good at faking it
there is no doubt, though
that she is making it.
I know this kid named Fred
and I added a "wicked"
because it sounded punk rock
like a rad punk concert and you can't get a ticket. [hahaha]

This kid named Fred
who sits next to me in chem
we slay the evil-doing fruitsa
nd then we eat them.

NOTE TO ALL: I hate to offend anyone since you all deserve a poem, so you feel offended by me not makin you a poem and would like one, just tell me and I'll apply my lyrical illness and we'll get some rad stuff goin'. Anyway, keep on keepin on yo.

12/12/2002

DANGGGGG, HELLA LONG TIME AGO. Well Fred, I hope you're checkin this today, because this is a poem that is scheduled to be read to you when we're not sober. It's what you want, and I must oblige.


ODE TO FRED (WICKED) PART 2:
So there's this tall kid I've known since seventh grade
She was always taller than me, and that was always okay.
She's hella fuckin smart, yeah, hella smarter than me,
And she went from Stock-town to BERKELEY.
Aw shit, she's still wicked
And we still gotta kick it
because it's been two years since we gone crazy
Remember when you were a square and somehow so lazy?
How'd you get those A's?
I guess studying pays
If so I'm far due
I think I'd rather be like you
Fredster, we should hang like we used to
I miss those days
Where we sat next to each other in chem
And didnt give a poo.

LOVE YA FRED!

Parents are home. Airport was funny. I love Manong for always helpin me out. Uhm. The house is less quiet. I'm still a little on the...I don't know. UHHH. Bored. As always. Hate work. Going to work. Hate school. Going to school. Eh. Whatever.

Well, I'll just enjoy the weather. Hot. Nice. Take a dip with the cousins and play our favorite game of holding our breath. I always lose because I always float up. Hah. Retard. UHHH.

LOVE YA FRED! hahahaha...bye.