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Another Christmas Got some fun gifts What I would most like Is to never see My parents again Far far away Sometimes I wish Dad would just die Just drop dead Or maybe I'll take A shovel And bang him over the head Drop dead guy Such wicked thoughts I am a sinner I know I will ask for forgiveness I'm so sorry Jesus We celebrate your birth But you couldn't give a **** Enough to help me Fix my body I love you Jesus And I also hate you One day America Will be in ruins And we will be starving Like in Stalingrad I wouldn't share one Bit of food with I'd just let you die You obnoxious piece of garbage I'm tired of everyone saying God this and God that I want God to let These country be ruined This country deserves it People will learn what It is like to suffer To starve to death Armies of drones Tanks driving down the street I never cared much For this planet anyway Now humanity Will destroy itself Countries going to war Our precious Christ Who knows When He will return Hey Jesus guy Why did God Make life so ****** Anyway? Can you tell us that? Why most of the population Fights against starvation I'm thankful For food and water I would have traveled With the Wise Men To meet this Jesus guy Supposedly He Loved us Or something I hate most people Really hate them In fact I wouldn't mind Hitting My own dad repeatedly In his face For all the terrible things he said And I'm not sorry Jesus You made me suffer too much I won't bear the weight Of the cross That was your miserable job Another **** day The 25th Who knows when The real birth was I'm going to hike far way In the mountains Far away From these people Thankfully Christmas Will be over soon enough Merry Christmas Or whatever Nobody cares I tried to care But no friends Or anyone fun To spend it withh
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Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 11:43 AM UTC
A Miserable Poem
Another Christmas Got some fun gifts What I would most like Is to never see My parents again Far far away Sometimes I wish Dad would just die Just drop dead Or maybe I'll take A shovel And bang him over the head Drop dead guy Such wicked thoughts I am a sinner I know I will ask for forgiveness I'm so sorry Jesus We celebrate your birth But you couldn't give a **** Enough to help me Fix my body I love you Jesus And I also hate you One day America Will be in ruins And we will be starving Like in Stalingrad I wouldn't share one Bit of food with I'd just let you die You obnoxious piece of garbage I'm tired of everyone saying God this and God that I want God to let These country be ruined This country deserves it People will learn what It is like to suffer To starve to death Armies of drones Tanks driving down the street I never cared much For this planet anyway Now humanity Will destroy itself Countries going to war Our precious Christ Who knows When He will return Hey Jesus guy Why did God Make life so ****** Anyway? Can you tell us that? Why most of the population Fights against starvation I'm thankful For food and water I would have traveled With the Wise Men To meet this Jesus guy Supposedly He Loved us Or something I hate most people Really hate them In fact I wouldn't mind Hitting My own dad repeatedly In his face For all the terrible things he said And I'm not sorry Jesus You made me suffer too much I won't bear the weight Of the cross That was your miserable job Another **** day The 25th Who knows when The real birth was I'm going to hike far way In the mountains Far away From these people Thankfully Christmas Will be over soon enough Merry Christmas Or whatever Nobody cares I tried to care But no friends Or anyone fun To spend it withh
MattG
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Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 11:43 AM UTC
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