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You must think your something special As you rampage around the office A raging bull on parade A one woman show Tearing through flesh with your Pointy devil horns. The sound from your throat Is kin to a screeching hyena Holding a megaphone To its rotting stoma. And the expression on your face Reminds me of a rabid baboon With wicked indigestion Locked in a steaming sauna. It makes me sick to Kiss your flat, shapeless *** And muster a semi-genuine smile With that grotesquely arranged expression You call a greeting, reflected in my Eyes every tortured morning Your 7am demands rain down on me. Too soon, my pet I will be leaving this place Shedding the protective clothing Ive worn to this hazardous waste disposal site, you call 'your office' And the toxicity of your cruel, malicious comments will evaporate With the rays of a golden sun. But you, my pet Will be left with the gray stormy clouds You attract to all who are around you Pouring, and hailing down the **** storm You pathetically call, your life.
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Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 10:27 PM UTC
Something Special
You must think your something special As you rampage around the office A raging bull on parade A one woman show Tearing through flesh with your Pointy devil horns. The sound from your throat Is kin to a screeching hyena Holding a megaphone To its rotting stoma. And the expression on your face Reminds me of a rabid baboon With wicked indigestion Locked in a steaming sauna. It makes me sick to Kiss your flat, shapeless *** And muster a semi-genuine smile With that grotesquely arranged expression You call a greeting, reflected in my Eyes every tortured morning Your 7am demands rain down on me. Too soon, my pet I will be leaving this place Shedding the protective clothing Ive worn to this hazardous waste disposal site, you call 'your office' And the toxicity of your cruel, malicious comments will evaporate With the rays of a golden sun. But you, my pet Will be left with the gray stormy clouds You attract to all who are around you Pouring, and hailing down the **** storm You pathetically call, your life.
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mariam
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Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 10:27 PM UTC
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