how long can you go before you step over the line? how long must it be before there is there is no escape? from the prison that is your life?? how long can you go and how long can you last how can you starve without being on a fast and how long can you survive the knife?? the time that you took to dawdle that time is gone how long will you mourn? and when you have recovered and found someone else will you watch porn? as the quills of the porcupine protrude toward you and they stick how many times will they hit its worthless, it's hopeless, its a piece of shit and that lighter you flick? you made the guy touch his nose stand on one leg was he drunk? he looked like a serial killer so you went through his car and inside his trunk was nothing nada, nil, you searched him falsely so he presses charges, you get fired it was your livelyhood, hoof and mouth but the coffee gets you and youre wired they find out you stole from them and then they talk about jailing you nothing is fine this is what you get its what you deserve for not walking the line.
Reason for writing:
for crooked cops, and those who believe a badge is a right to destroy peoples lives. imagine how they feel when it happens to them.
Birth sign: Aries
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