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| Title: Wicked Date: ??/??/03 Wickitty wick wick Wickitty wick wack With the hack in the sack Anf the cat playing hack Wickitty Wickitty Wickitty wick wack Title: Love Poem Date: ??/??/03 I love you And you love me Lets get up and fuck Barney I still hate that dinosoure Fucking prehistoric whore Fucks Baby Bop up the ass With a 30 inch pole of iron cast I'm sick of all the hate, and hate So i'll pretend to love, and smell real fake Can fake really have a sent or oder? How about subs? Like them hot or colder? Now this poem is making little sence So i'll leave you now, wanting more, and lacking pants Title: Hate poem Date: ??/??/03 I am full of hate I think i'll go and skate I'll "X" up my hands Straight edge i'll pretend Hardcore for life I think i'll fly a kite I hate every one I even hate God's son I hate numbers from 1 to 4 Why? because I am so hardcore Title: Spider Man Date: ??/??/02 He's blue He's true He'll never catch the flu He can climb He knows the time He'll stop evil slime He got sticky hands He needs no clan That's because he's the Amazing Spider Man!! Title: A boring Saterday night Date: Mar/15/03 I am so bored I prey to the lord "oh please please please" "Send me a diease" "Sickness, or salvation" "Any thing!! even masterbation" With a sudden flash of lightning Craped my pants, it was frightening God appeared infront of my eyes Ha HA just joking, it was only a lie I'm still sitting on my chair Playing with my pubic hair Wondering what to do Maybe I'll take a poo Is this the end of my story?? Was it a little corny? Maybe I'll listen to some Korn Maybe I'll downlaod some Porn Electric cord? Fuck im bored Title: The Pimp Poem Date: May/15/03 Girl girls every where Im so sexy, i just dont care I'll touch their boobs and their toots then their hair, and then their puss Jiggle jiggle, wiggle wiggle Im so hot, cause im a hippoe Slap my bia-tches Stick it in their hatches You know you like it Don't need to fake it. Suck it now Then hear my Ka-pow Don't misunderstand me This poem is not free Every pimp needs to collect Break your neck if you forget. Title: A rabbit's poem Date: Jul/08/03 Reality sets as time enters the spectrum of living light. Enter the one eared rabbit, who creates and listens to the music of the flesh. It is beautiful which brings joy and peace to the rabbit, but soon the worms of knowledge stale and rot the flesh. The flesh haunt the rabbit, the screams stain the music. The flesh bleed their life and they are forsaken. Enter the bearded flesh with hope of dignity and forgiveness. He works hard to bring truth to the flesh, but the flesh rejects. He died with taunts, and is remembered in vain. Enter the metal animals. They promise lies, as their masters of flesh begs for more. The flesh demands them to do their bidding, but with a cost they can never understand. Enter the saviors of plastic. They promise eternal life and offer salvation. Their masters of flesh take them in as their messiah. How they are fooled and eternally damned. Enter the end of the flesh, for the stale music and lustful knowladge has brought them to the kingdom of damnation and pain, now only beings of flames and hate rule. |
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