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Contributed by daniel on Tuesday, 10th September 2002 @ 10:20:04 AM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry



here you want to grill me
makes me want to kill you
no matter what it's still me
stuck with whatever will you
hold that thought inside of my head
let it out then i'm better of dead
carry it with me until i lay to sleep
then my sanity has had it's defeat
i have nothing coming up that is any good
don't listen to me now even if you could
well if i weren't stuck i don't know what i would
but now i know that i should ignore you as you

enter in the room at pointe blanke
make your presence known like a skank
middle of a scene you mess up everything
and your putrid smell is making me rank
now your figure is looking quite lank
looks like you just came out of the tank
middle of this thing you mess up every scene
and your putrid smell is making me rank

i want to just forget you
ever since you met me
but now that i regret to
i have to do the right thing
push worry to the back of my mind
you look around but you won't find
a hint a trace a doubt or a sting
nothing to clue you in not anything
i don't know what to do that would be any good
whatever works doesn't seem like it could
now if i weren't stuck i don't know what i would
but now i know that i should ignore you as you


***
(9/9/02)




Copyright © daniel ... [ 2002-09-10 10:20:04]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Rank (User Rating: 1 )
by Lia on Tuesday, 10th September 2002 @ 10:40:50 AM AEST
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This is a great poem!! I can feel a lot of anger coming from it though...hope things are going ok for you...




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