I'm Not Weird

I'm not weird
My parents tell me so
As well as the voices in my head,
They're telling my to slap you
With a fish
It's the truth
My parents don't like you,
They want to see you cry
From fish pain
Yes, fish pain.

If you still think I'm weird
I have to hurt you,
Your feet smell
Hurtful right?
You made me do it
You jerk from jersey,
Don't eat my children
Snooki put my child down!
THEY'RE TO YOUNG TO BE EATEN!!!

So maybe I'm sort of weird
And I lose track of thought,
It's only because
Hot wings,
No,
Spicy hot wings.
I'm happy now
What are you still doing here?
Go away
This poem's done.