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WARNING: This poem is really dark and really weird... and I wrote it when I was angry, at about 3 in the morning. It's really hard for me to post this just because it seems to grate against me... or at least the picture of me I'd like to preserve in people's minds. .... Generally I'm a happy friendly person... agh... oh well.
I had sex with your wife for free I declined when she tried to pay me I really think she was a bit of a whore, but not anymore. She was a girl who had aspirations Had tits and ass and an application Miniskirt and high heels, How did her breasts feel? You had sex on the photocopier, and in the hall I was a voyer, I know you heard the way she screamed, Her acting’s supreme. Trophy wife had a trophy life til you came at her with a carving knife Saw her banging the gardener Guess you couldn’t handle the whore in her She was a beauty at 17 She could have made it on the big screen Instead she ended up as your wife, impaled on a carving knife she would have cried to see her son growing up to hold a gun Don’t you see that you ruined his life with 18 slashes of your knife One parent’s dead, the other’s to blame look at him now can you see his shame He will always be scarred and his life will be hard, But at least he had respect for his mother and at least he’s not much like his father. But you know he won’t ever forgive you No matter what kind of things you do But one day he will take his gun, and no one will know who won. |
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WoW Hannah...when did you write that? That was a good story. Compelling.
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I don't remember when I wrote it. I just remember being really sick of hearing of the same things over and over... and then like... the first few lines popped into my head and I went from there. I don't know.
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Well you did good with it...I was amazed at the story line. Told in a poetic form. You did really well with it.
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Thanks... it kinda makes me think of a punk rock song or something.
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You should try out for band practice, some one could so make that into a song.
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Awesome writing, great story telling, great pacing.
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