By Arcassin Burnham
Tell the FCC,
Bleep,
What I am about to say,
I can't stand being around fake ******* anyway,
Kik chat your life away,
Weak as hell, you are beneath me , like im runnin up stair ways,
Smiling in your face , thinkin its OK,
But not with me,
Anger management like a zanex pill,
Sorry excuse for boys , I'll kick you off my ant hill,
**** all three of your moms,
Better hope they on the pill,
Crying over milk , you spilled,
High price,
***** you gotta pay the bill,
Broke *******
Your poems ****
I'm a real writer and worker,
Play it safe now ya hear :)
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Tell the FCC,
Bleep,
What I am about to say,
I can't stand being around fake ******* anyway,
Kik chat your life away,
Weak as hell, you are beneath me , like im runnin up stair ways,
Smiling in your face , thinkin its OK,
But not with me,
Anger management like a zanex pill,
Sorry excuse for boys , I'll kick you off my ant hill,
**** all three of your moms,
Better hope they on the pill,
Crying over milk , you spilled,
High price,
***** you gotta pay the bill,
Broke *******
Your poems ****
I'm a real writer and worker,
Play it safe now ya hear :)
*** weak poets
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