Otis I am poem

I’m funny and reliable

I’m wonder if the world will end

I hear constant gunfire

I see the explosions

I want a p.s.3 and a Zippo

I am funny and reliable

I pretend I am in the army

I feel fizzy inside

I touch the comets falling by

I worry about the enemy bombers hoping they wont hit me

I cry when something disappointed

I’m funny and reliable.

Otis
16.5.11