the yearling roasted on the spit its drippings crackled the fire huddled in a smoky closed space family with a neighbour, or two bags packed, shoes on, ready to go
the meat carefully carved its skeleton intact, unbroken with endives rolled in flatbread unleavened as we had no time meal's remains destroyed in the fire
we're ready to leave at any moment from where we're born and always lived to a place known only from ancient tales outside, shrieks and wails, of horror and utter terror inside, goosebumped, hair standing, we waited, in silence
if these ties of cupid however with hearsay were stupid that she'd complicate her nature where her ensemble was audacious but round a hearth with her nomad as beast were her shillings there was her but again wore attire so attractive but as frozen and heartily felt as her gait was thrilling left her gander with grinder eaten.
Shut the door Breathe a little more. Because they say Sticks and stones... Break my bones. And its true. Your words hurt too They cut like knives Stab like swords. Make me feel war headed. Something so dreaded. Ghosts of my past Spawn every year. But im a good person I dont deserve this curse and More and more I begin to imagine a life without you. A place where you dont exist. I will try to presist. But ive got a list One that makes me ******. And your name's on top. what a ******* honor Its like you are a suicide wish donor. Im roasting you And i know you hate me too. But ive escaped. This game. But i just might come back To teach you how to play
I'm a poet, beatboxer, Gamer, Expert procrastinator Hated Loved But not loved by you apparently.
You Who sits behind the screen like a little *****, Makes your profile private So I can't respond to things like "Exactly what I'd expect a 16 year old little ***** to say" You only make me mad by your nature Probably a 50 year-old ******* and troll Who gets off by taunting younger ones Because he's too much of a **** to pick on someone His own size and age, Having no friends or relatives that love him Nobody that respects the ******* he is Probably does drugs Dropped out of school the year he learnt the word "****" Didn't follow much of a lifestyle Blew kids off for twenty bucks I mean, money is money Shares his mothers basement with twelve cousins, Male and female, That he ***** on the daily The only action he really gets And when they aren't there Climbs out of his trollhole To **** with the wrong people
They call me Phoenix Because I roast beats And pedophiles Like yourselves
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