I sit here all alone, Hopeless and crying, Waiting by the phone, God, I feel like dying! Will she ever call? Who fucking cares? She's prolly at the mall, Or riding her mares! I shoulda kept my mouth shut, Why'd I have to ask her out? Is it 'cuz she's got a great butt? Should I sit here and pout? Or should I show her... That you shouldn't be messing wit me? Heh, heh, heh, I'll show her for sure! I'll throw her in the sea! I pick up my gun, And drive to her house, Well, let's have some fun! Now she has a blood-stained blouse, And now I fuck her so-dead body! I drive down to the sea, And I do not feel a lil bit shoddy, So you see she ne'er shoulda messed wit me! And don't you either, bitch, Unless you wanna breathe your last! 'Cuz my damage won't be fixed by a stich! And your death won't be too very fast!
Reason for writing:
Another poem from my darkside, and the most violent depths of it as well, heh, please note, this is not a true story in any way shape or form, and never will be! well, at least not by me anyway. again, wrote after finishing homework in study hall, fixed up at home on the computer. Leave some comments, let me know what you think!
Birth sign: Aquarius
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