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you repugnant ******* you keep me wondering just why god created you they say He has a reason for everything. Why he created you I still don't understand. but lately i wonder if you were created just so i could have this day to myself. full of filth, creepy as hell disgusting at the sound of your belly being squashed but for the sake of justice, i sprayed you with my favorite perfume. not because i have a pint of love for you but because every opportunity to end your life should be fully taken advantage of. i watched you die. it was slow. first your legs uncoordinated, you scrambled for the walls but they failed you. they did fail you. then you choked. i could almost hear it you thought of the darkest place to dig your grave. but not on my marble floor i watched you die. i wanted it faster but the sweet smell of the Hugo Boss and the death of a scape goat... a scape roach, was bearable. maybe you deserve a soundtrack or a more befitting burial in a bin but a poem for you is totally undeserving save for my joblessness.
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 6:08 AM UTC
you repugnant *******
you repugnant ******* you keep me wondering just why god created you they say He has a reason for everything. Why he created you I still don't understand. but lately i wonder if you were created just so i could have this day to myself. full of filth, creepy as hell disgusting at the sound of your belly being squashed but for the sake of justice, i sprayed you with my favorite perfume. not because i have a pint of love for you but because every opportunity to end your life should be fully taken advantage of. i watched you die. it was slow. first your legs uncoordinated, you scrambled for the walls but they failed you. they did fail you. then you choked. i could almost hear it you thought of the darkest place to dig your grave. but not on my marble floor i watched you die. i wanted it faster but the sweet smell of the Hugo Boss and the death of a scape goat... a scape roach, was bearable. maybe you deserve a soundtrack or a more befitting burial in a bin but a poem for you is totally undeserving save for my joblessness.
Ever wondered how a cockroach can give an inspiration for a poem?
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 6:08 AM UTC
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