Squad list, at..at… wrong poetess, wrong cat I will fuck you up with your own baseball bat The shove it down your throat and don’t look back You do not even know me, you are a nobody, a person I have never had any associations, no interactions I understand mental illness quite well, therefore, I will be peaceful and lenient with my refractions
I do not ask questions, or care about the whys I will just quietly fuck you up Watch you bleed out while the vultures feast off your bitter guts ...
Your anger is still inside you You want to kill the anger inside you But you can't because Your anger isn't what it's who So you writing this freaking poem To release your stress So you won't commit 187 and go to the big house
Visual poem. I would have eaten the face off of God and Catholicism, then ditched the boredom of church services.
Violate these commandments, break them happily or at least break those that do not involve harming OTHER people. The whole thing is an outdated mess The "first commandment" was explicitly directed at Women.