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Poem 41 - Six Feet of Fun With all your lies, And all curses, My situation begins to worsen,
Do I let you live, I do I let you die? You've got until I count to five,
Should I kill you, Or should I kill her? Don't say this isn't fair,
I've given you a choice, Which is nice enough, Now you're acting so tough,
You made fun of me, Every single day, And now I'm finally making you pay,
I can hear your cries, From the wooden box, But they begin to go now I've put on the lock,
I push the load of mud back, Into your new, little home, I hope you like it in your tomb,
I pat the mud, And I smooth it off, And then I begin to laugh,
No one will find you, Not near here, No one who you do or don't find dear,
I walk away, through the gate, Imagining you trying to escape,
And it makes me smile, It really does, I've finally found something that I find fun.
I posted this on MySpace on a bulletin a couple of minutes ago. What do you think of it? I was thinking of that t**t Austin Perry when I wrote it. I just hope that stupid f**ker dies a horrible death. He put a beetle in my packed lunch the other day. Luckily, I don't eat any of it, so I didn't even notice it until I got back to my house, where it had suffocated in my bag. Austin is an evil b***ard.
DaleLuck1313 · Sat Sep 08, 2007 @ 02:07pm · 0 Comments |
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