Milk

Some days
You grow tires of
all the bullshit.
All the crap
you have to put
up with.
On those days
you feel like
good Ol� Alex
and you�re in
the mood
for that
Ultra-Violence.
You just want
to sock
people
People you don�t
know.
In their face.
You want
blood
to eject itself
and drip
from each of
their facial
cavities.
You want to
grab some
girl.
The girl you liked
for some time
now.
And fuck her
In the middle
of the halls.
Fuck her hard.
Fuck her bad.
Some days these
societal rules
no longer hold
any meaning.
You want to
end the daily
crap swinging
And start some
new bull.
Some days
You just want
To have fun
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