I’VE NEVER MET YOU BUT
I IMAGINE YOU WITH A KNIFE IN YOUR HAND
STARING AT THE MIRROR
LOOKING AT SOMEONE OTHER THAN YOURSELF
YOU SAY I WILL KILL YOU
BUT YOU ARE ONLY KIDDING
THE OTHER UNDERSTANDS
THE OTHER SAYS, I KNOW WHAT YOU WANT
YOU SAY, TELL ME WHAT I WANT
THE OTHER SAYS, TO FUCK MY TITS
UNTIL BUBBLEGUM AND ALSO EXISTENCE FALLS
OUT OF MY ANUS AND WRAPS ITSELF
AROUND YOUR FEET WHERE ALL WILL FAIL
THEN YOU WILL WRITE IN YOUR BLOG
ABOUT GETTING KILLED BY ATOMIC BUBBLEGUM
AND SOMEONE WILL COMMENT BLOGGERSTYLE
THEN YOU WILL DISS THEM LOVINGLY
YOU WILL TYPE THE DISS WITH YOUR DICK
I WILL LAUGH
1 comment:
you know me better than i know me. that sounds like a lyric to a mariah carey song. i have been reading these poems from the bottom up, i am halfway done. i am having fun. when i am done reading them, i will have to face something else. and that angers me. not like gilbert godfrey angry, more like, that one kid you have in your philosophy class angry.
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