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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Queen B
This is my form of anger management, if not I would seriously do some damage to someone. Your pocket of marbles Toys for your hands Hands that should remain hidden Tie them down, bitch! Revel in the Drama You bring it with you Wherever you go, like toys in your pocket A small mind with nothing better to do. Your fingers need to stop typing Think first, if you have the brain to do so Keep it to yourself, don't spread it like the virus you are Keep your mouth shut, Bitch! Drama, it encircles you like a blanket You carry it with you always You will always be this way, such a shame That you will always be a child. Wallow in your self-righteous anger When in reality, it is your fault Swallow those things you hate to taste Suck it down, into your warbling gullet.. Your mouth is at work, though not in conjunction with your brain For if it was, you would know When to shut the fuck up Learn to spell too, Bitch! Drama queen, your day will come Does it not bother you to be this way? Two faces you will live with Decide which one is real. I have found the truth of the matter I have seen the light, hallelujah! I know who and what you are I know you are not what you seem to be. Queen of nasty mouth, queen of lies You take what is not yours, then forget to sever the ties You need someone to wash your mouth out with soap Perhaps some bleach and acid would do the trick. What would be worthy of you? The punishment I seek to give For you are not nearly the person I thought you were and could be. Go to hell, Bitch!
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