As I listened to the
WORDS
spewing from your ugly
drama filled tongue(you're addicted to saying the word **** and attaching people to it)
I tried to stay happy
for as long as possible
I knew that **** would sink in
and take away my
contentment. (i was just sitting there, eating my cold lasagna
when i heard you begin
your disgusting rant)
Your words
would make statements,
make music full of hate.
not music at all, really.
more like sounds. noisy WORD
sounds
angrily
the way a crow sounds
the way a baby cries
the sound of that pathetic boy
getting picked on
near the swingset
by two older kids because of his snowflake winter boots
but
YOU don’t feel
bad for him
Jun 1, 2011
Jun 1, 2011 at 5:55 PM UTC
As I listened to the
WORDS
spewing from your ugly
drama filled tongue(you're addicted to saying the word **** and attaching people to it)
I tried to stay happy
for as long as possible
I knew that **** would sink in
and take away my
contentment. (i was just sitting there, eating my cold lasagna
when i heard you begin
your disgusting rant)
Your words
would make statements,
make music full of hate.
not music at all, really.
more like sounds. noisy WORD
sounds
angrily
the way a crow sounds
the way a baby cries
the sound of that pathetic boy
getting picked on
near the swingset
by two older kids because of his snowflake winter boots
but
YOU don’t feel
bad for him
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