It's a special kind of ******
what makes you shake like this
and yer feelin' quite certain
that you're seein' red curtains
so
**** you!" you exclaim
and then you pop a vein
and you rage and shake a fist
because you're *just. that. ******
but
In the end it ain't your doin'
to the people that yer screwin'
and everyone can go to hell and
hey! — yer just the one to tell 'em.
Jul 14, 2011
Jul 14, 2011 at 8:52 PM UTC
It's a special kind of ******
what makes you shake like this
and yer feelin' quite certain
that you're seein' red curtains
so
**** you!" you exclaim
and then you pop a vein
and you rage and shake a fist
because you're *just. that. ******
but
In the end it ain't your doin'
to the people that yer screwin'
and everyone can go to hell and
hey! — yer just the one to tell 'em.
© 2011 J.J.W. Coyle
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