"neaty" poems
Brother dear something whispers at my ear
Sister dear tell me what tis that you fear?
He tells me to **** everyone
Oh Sister trust me you are not the only one
Why do you mean by that?
A Distorted guy talks to me I'm pretty sure he's tall and wears a hat
What shall we do brother dear?
I don't know the voices won't disappear
I'd say we **** them all
Then it shall be done if killing is your call
A sweet carve in their chest
I think torture is the best
And some stabbing will put them to rest
Let's head over to the nelson's neaty lake
And we make of his family a meaty cake
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC