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War With The Neighbours!

Contributed by deathdrop on Wednesday, 14th April 2004 @ 08:31:02 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



My ribs hurt, coz you elbowed it.
but you must be sore, after what i did.

it was all out war,
from the minute you started.
but you did the worst,
coz you're so dark hearted.
and we watched it happen,
we just sat back,
trying to iggnore it.
how much of a joke, was that?
if anyone thinks i'm wrong,
to go and hit a kid,
just make sure you know,
exactly why i did!

this 12 year old boy,
lives across the road,
sure he don't have much life!
but i won't take what he throws!
first he stuck out his *****,
when he was too young,
then went and showed off it,
didn't care if it was wrong,
didn't care it upset us!
he vandallised our property.
then brought total diss-respect,
when all we did was ask,
if he could clean up his ******** mess!
he sits out side his house,
the opposite, side of ours,
sits there with his mates,
but when we go over he cowers!
he goes up to his window,
and gobbs out on the street,
sometimes throws out his rubbish,
one time he threw it at me!

if we ever go anywhere,
him and his mates follow,
now that kind of thing, just does in my head,
it makes me wanna hit him.
it makes me see red... but we iggnore it.

the other night, i was angry inside.
from living through life, and all it's strife.
so i went up the church, so they followed.
it was more than i could take,
more than i could swallow!
they chased me up there.
i thought they'd do nothing.
its a church for god's sake!
they'd be sick, to do some thing!

they crowed round, said 'hello',
i felt my-self slip, my anger grow!
they called my name, i turned round.
they stood facing me, their *****, hanging out!
i looked away, i had no where to go,
unless i went passed them, but i didn't know what they'd do!
then you came up, pushed into me,
i hit the wall, i found i couldn't screem!
so instead of falling back, and starting crying,
i hit you back, but still you were smiling!
i grabbed hold of you, and hit YOU against the wall.
then ran and ran!
you thought you were cool!
you laughed as i cryed.
but i was still angry, wanted you to die!

i took a while, to go back home,
i went and cryed, in the cold, on my own.
when i went back, you all saw me,
you made me feel small, took away my desentcy!
that i didn't do more, after what you did.
it made me feel raw, kind of stupid!
i went inside, told dot and clare.
we went outside, you were still over there!
smiling at me, like its a game,
you made me snap, go proper insain!

and suddenly, i wasn't scared of you any more!
and my anger was solid, to make you feel sore!
so i beat you up! and i'm proud of that.
and now you're scared of me!
but you deserved at least that.




Copyright © deathdrop ... [ 2004-04-14 08:31:02]
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Re: War With The Neighbours! (User Rating: 1 )
by Chade on Wednesday, 14th April 2004 @ 09:03:34 AM AEST
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For good or for bad the stance you took in the end worked. People like that should be tought the respect that everybody has for one another and if there only one way to teach them that they'll listen to, wel...

Chade


Re: War With The Neighbours! (User Rating: 1 )
by Jupiter on Wednesday, 14th April 2004 @ 09:18:43 AM AEST
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Well, that was a long one. But worth it. In a way you did what you needed to do to keep someone from bothering and comtroling you. In a way I'm happy that you took the kid on because he was exposing an improper part. It's bad enough at a church, of course my church is almost the same way. My youth group kids are pretty close to be consider a druggy, so I don't go anymore. But anyways good thing you stopped him before he got worse. Later. -Steve-


Re: War With The Neighbours! (User Rating: 1 )
by mercedes on Wednesday, 14th April 2004 @ 09:54:20 AM AEST
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Good for you! Sounded like someone needed to finally put a stop to there antics. It was a good write too.




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