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Better Dead than Read
I wanna murder my words,
Those stupid structures of rhyming
Trying to keep up with the
timing.
Ha, their you did it again jerk.
Shaken not stirred , the words
pour out of a mind hungry to be eaten,
Ted Bundys appetite snacking on a young boy at night
Desperate thoughts escaping a prison
Captured by another victim
Innocent eyes corrupted by what you think is important.
Nobody cares about your last release, a lonely man with tired aching hands,
A child chasing butterfly's or
Mom dying on a winter night.
You hide your desires on DUP
waiting for a vote or like,
Your not a Poet and you know it.
I hate my words.
Those stupid structures of rhyming
Trying to keep up with the
timing.
Ha, their you did it again jerk.
Shaken not stirred , the words
pour out of a mind hungry to be eaten,
Ted Bundys appetite snacking on a young boy at night
Desperate thoughts escaping a prison
Captured by another victim
Innocent eyes corrupted by what you think is important.
Nobody cares about your last release, a lonely man with tired aching hands,
A child chasing butterfly's or
Mom dying on a winter night.
You hide your desires on DUP
waiting for a vote or like,
Your not a Poet and you know it.
I hate my words.
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