She sits in front, Good as can be, Teaches pet, Better than me. Staring her down, day after day, But she never even, Looks my way. Trying to fight her, And whip her ass, She always leaves, Right after class. She has stole my man, Millions of times. Now I finally, made up my mind. To her house, I shall go. I'm not even going, to let her know, That as soon, As she opens the door, BOOM, Now she's on the floor. I jump on top, Bang her head, Praying to God, She'll soon be dead. All the anger, raged inside, Made me run, Made me hide. From the power, God granted to me, To whip her ass, Catch her when she flees, To knock her out, For no good reason, To me it seems, Just so pleasing. To whip her ass, again and again. Everytime, A soul to gain!!!!!!
Reason for writing:
THINK ABOUT THE POEM!!!!!!!! UMMMM....... MAYBE THERE IS THIS LITTLE GIRL WHO GETS ON MY NERVES AND I HAVE WHIPPED HER ASS SO MANY TIMES I LOST COUNT@@@@@@@@
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