Raymond was strapped in grade four.
Reportedly told a kid to *******.
This happened a while ago.
He could'a been stood against the board,
With his nose in a circle for thirty minutes.
(Lines were always a waste of everyone's time)
Could'a stood him at the back for the morning,
Or out in the hall, or suspended,
He could'a been fired and unemployed,
******* and unsocial,
And, again, later, crooked.
Then we tell him to *******,
Which we should've done first,
And left it at that.
Their voice so harmonious,
Silent when no strings attached,
All the curves so very ****,
Smooth is their texture,
Admiring their beauty with fingers,
You seat them on your lap,
Putting their arms around your shoulder.
Tickle them hard to make them peck,
They touch your heart with their sound,
Nibbling your ears in between,
The motion generates friction,
Friction generates heat,
So icy sweet is her music,
All over, you script success.
I talk of my guitar here.
I now possess 2 guitars.
My HP Poem #1022
Temple in my mind
Simple tear in vain
Strap me in the chair
Intimidate the pain
Trip the ******* switch
Flickers come the light
My death is in the air
Murdered by your sight
Simple piece about an execution
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