Poems from ToJo Wang
Attack by the critical rats that spat back nothing but black ash and soot like they have something in their mouth but it's there own foot....
I remember when robbin and killin wasn't the only thing on the news in the evening. Yet the only reason we seem to keep this resolute demon...
Over the past two hundred and firty years we have made clear an opinion of careless nationality. Congress and politics are just simply...
Taking on oncoming traffic for the last time as attempted suicide has become a new pass time of mine, but the only thing that stops me is...
I hear you ask why I write. I spit lines in spite of what kinds of prejuduce passed in critisisms. Irreguardless of the content of the...