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Sacrelicious
Sacrelicious
Jul 2012
Thank you, for ruining my life.
Devil's downstairs
at the neighbors
lil'
hole in the wall.
We're just sitting
ducks
in a government funded
housing pond.
& I'm too afraid
to sleep.
In my own slum.
Thank you, for ruining my life.
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Sacrelicious
Jul 2012
Feeling Worthless Is A Popular Trend.
Lost at
sea,
all the broken home kids
sail far, far away.
Too.
Making up
memories.
Cause the real ones are better left
unsaid.
I just want someone,
to grab my hand & tell me,
I'm beautiful.
We all need a reminder
of our value.
Every now and then.
Feeling worthless is a popular trend.
#love
#beauty
#confidence
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Sacrelicious
Jul 2012
A Day In The Life.
A day in the life
trapped in
an hour glass.
Waiting
and
fading,
away with a
sand storm's
breathe.
Time doesn't exist,
I'll always be here.
Waiting.
Howling,
at the half-moon for you,
Babe.
Until, I'm starry-eyed & home again.
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Sacrelicious
Jul 2012
The **** Poem.
**** this,
**** that,
*******
and every ******* lie.
That slid through your
crooked/cracked teeth.
My fists,
consumed with an
angry adrenaline.
Knock out em' out.
You're going to need
an oral surgeon.
Next line you drop.
And Pow.
Talk ****,
get hit.
No, get electrocuted.
#love
#lies
#hate
#lust
#****
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Sacrelicious
Jul 2012
Dining In Hell.
A night on the town.
Tonight,
you'll dine in hell.
With
Lucy & her court of Demons.
We have our
famous, lethal
arsenic brimstone martini
on special, Tonight.
.
Oh High, I'm Bandit,
I'll be serving you,
to the Beast this evening.
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Sacrelicious
Jul 2012
Go **** Yourself.
You're a real
****.
Let's just
straighten
you out.
Grab a
hammer
and pound
some sense
into your
hollow-wood-head.
No,
I'm not giving you any.
Go ****, yourself.
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Sacrelicious
Jul 2012
Bluffin'.
Just playing
the hand
you dealt me.
Call me out.
Bluffin'.
Maybe I am.
But what's
the big deal?
When every-body-else is
full of **** too?
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