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[bodytext] => Dear diary I hate your guts I think you’re a slut I wish you’d shut the hell up Buckle your trap Snap your back Pull your leg Until your bones collapse Until your joints are detached From the frame of your body In painful harmony With screams in irony In vein, without effect With nothing erect Limp to protect Allow me to interject To comfort you in your neglect In your peaceful sleep You are soon to forget And view the future in retrospect Dear loser Don’t take it so hard You’ve mad it this far You’re a savior A treasure from afar Glitter of a star Under the backseat of the car Is an eraser An enabler A punch in the face A hunch of distaste Lunch at a quarter to twelve On a sunny day Something has got a hold of me Took me by surprise By storm I hadn’t realized Finalized my plans Itemized my list of demands I insist on contraband Paraphernalia from the leader of the band The achiever of the clan The believer in the sand Over land Under water with streams in command With punishment asserted There is no room for reprimand Too soon to expand To ruin a man Takes talent More in my finger Then in your entire hand Punish me for the thoughts I own For the cognition I possess Based on intuition An educated guess A resounding yes A punishable offense In the eyes of the rest Mother knows best Always feeding From the nipple on her chest ____________ _________________ [comments] => 2 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jyssvw22 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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