(This is a fictional poem) <br /> <br />When I syphoned some gas out of my brother's car, part of it went on my shirt. <br />He set me on fire with his lighter and it really hurt. <br />The gas on my shirt made me light up like a Christmas tree. <br />If you look up the word pain in the dictionary, you'll see a picture of me. <br />My brother is losing patience and he keeps getting meaner. <br />I have third degree burns all over myself, even on my wiener. <br />I have some advice that will save your ass. <br />Never steal any of my brother's gas.<br /><br />Randy Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/third-degree-burns/
