Wretched little boy a toy robot if you will, walks the face of his mothers husband and spits his guilt all over the shoulders and on down the neck. he's been wrecking homes and lives for years. swallowing the bitterness and sending it forth in his vomit and tears.he looks around to see the destruction he has wrought,and gnashes his teeth at the thought, but when the little white wagon drug him away he just cried and cried,spilling his bitterness to those around him and spreading the disease of all mortality.Holier than thou,better than the rest this son of yard bomb took a much needed rest in a padded cell he made his home.The torn sheet that he slept with in bed made a tight fit around his head.,but he left more than enough room for his neck. He jumped and he jumped and he jumped some more until he was no more.
Reason for writing:
I like to think of this as my dream for the outcome of all
those prickish fools who plauge our lives.The ones who mock and
terrorize others in their fancy cars that daddy bought them,
and their big ole' 4 wheel drive pick ups that they blast rap music from.
Birth sign: Leo
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