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Mar 2010
Perhaps you were cold
or maybe broke and hungry
but know it was bold
to pilfer things from me

If it was unattended
I might understand
but it was ******* attended
very ******* close at hand

At least you were decent
and left me my keys
Oh, wait! No you're a ****
I hope your **** gets disease

If I ever find you
I'll rip out all your teeth
I wouldn't **** you, true
but you're a worthless, ******* thief.

Now I'm not quick to anger
and I've got a long fuse
you best accept the danger
with the targets you choose

So know that I'm ******
and I'm ready to attack
You're high on my ****-list
and I want my ******* coat back
Some ******* stole my coat off of the back of my chair,
while I was studying, in the library, with headphones in,
on adderall, at about noon, on a cold ******* day.
Got locked out of my apartment for several days
until my roommate got back from cali. So Ridiculous.
What a limp-**** *******.
Written by
Robert Jackson
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