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[they say the meek shall inherit the earth] those ******** no one tells me anything so no one owes me nuthin' when living means dying when dying means I told you so when a letter arrives (too late) when a boy no longer fits in his grave when someone dies and still wants love defending myself by yawning (as if shouting who me?) afraid of people or fighting for myself or smoking grass but having hatred baring teeth biting my thumb (and looking at the marks after) striking my brother (with a hockey stick) running off a neighbor's lawn its slope -  too fast down and breaking a collar bone proof gone. still biting my thumb (and looking at the marks later) yelling **** the the rich and bury them with those who live outside themselves who wear me out who wet in commercials transmitting their cleanliness into our homes they can no longer stand their filth they smile as they **** on us the little people turning to face me he dares me to make eye contact clenching his fist grinding his teeth he sputters you middle class smurf I don't owe you jack!
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Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
kings of the black hole
[they say the meek shall inherit the earth] those ******** no one tells me anything so no one owes me nuthin' when living means dying when dying means I told you so when a letter arrives (too late) when a boy no longer fits in his grave when someone dies and still wants love defending myself by yawning (as if shouting who me?) afraid of people or fighting for myself or smoking grass but having hatred baring teeth biting my thumb (and looking at the marks after) striking my brother (with a hockey stick) running off a neighbor's lawn its slope -  too fast down and breaking a collar bone proof gone. still biting my thumb (and looking at the marks later) yelling **** the the rich and bury them with those who live outside themselves who wear me out who wet in commercials transmitting their cleanliness into our homes they can no longer stand their filth they smile as they **** on us the little people turning to face me he dares me to make eye contact clenching his fist grinding his teeth he sputters you middle class smurf I don't owe you jack!
jiminy-littly
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Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
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