A man has kidnapped two people and is demanding 50 million for their safe return. But people have discovered who the two hostages are and they are not concerned. Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump are the two people who have been kidnapped. People won't give a plug nickel for the safe return of those two pieces of crap. Clinton and Trump won't be coming home any time soon, they are trapped. If somebody does pay the ransom, he or she will certainly deserve to be slapped.
You're so beautiful When your cheeks are blushing red When you look directly in my eyes With an expression that can't be read And look where all of this has led You're lying in my bed, just like I always pictured in my head. Your body shivers with excitement Though your tears are screaming "dread" Maybe its the breeze you feel, the windy chill, from hiding in this shed Or is your body breaking down It's been three whole days since you've been fed I had to punish you somehow The other day you almost fled now I feel misled, you turn down my love And run instead You cry all night, you wont eat bread You shout and fight and hit your head against the frame of this old bed. if only you listened to Every word I said There'd be less pain It's better now if this goes my way So just play dead
Sorry about this messed up poem. I had this idea for a while that I wanted to write a twisted love story about a stalker that kidnapped the girl he is infatuated with.
Deep in me, lies dark sadness, and he is begging to come out. He shows himself through humor, poetry, or even the occasional pout. He stays hidden from the world so that you don’t know what he is about. But over time he's been growing, getting heavier… and the weight is reaching an unbearable amount. Unfortunately, I want to **** him... but he is important to me… so this is a fact I must take into account.
I can't fly without feathers So why are you putting me in tethers I can't swim without fins And still your sticking in the pins And pulling off that little dolls limbs Like right out of the fairytale grimms'
Your vicious as hell with that voodoo doll of twine You made in my image so it would be mine I constantly feel the shivers run down my spine
I don't understand why you keep me here entrapped And leave all of our potential so untapped Instead you think I must be kidnapped
It's trust that you're so desperately lacking Wish you would just relize it's not me that's been slacking