This is the last poem i'm writing about jarlath beacuae i just couldnt be fucked nemore but i might return in the winter i dunno havent decieded yet.

Jarlath as of late u have tried to give me an item a day well i say no more so here have your penny back and your damn inkwell card and ya know what fuck my place on your top 16 it means jack shit and most of all fuck you jarlath just fuck rite off!

Today jarlath gave me a roach.

A roach to boach the coach was smoat

Damn u jarlath i loath ur hair

it hurts now to look at him.

Today jarlath gave me a connoc battery i cried.

He smiled at me from afar

Oh jarlath stop teasing me with those tender cheeks

How i long for him to speak 2 me!

Jarlath was there the day the world turned against me i enterd the room everything stood silence

"Everyone Boo Darren Morgan!"

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

I stood alone in the room my insides crying, screaming to be released i turned and ran turned and RAN!