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What's for Tea?
Hold him down!
I am eleven,
you are ten
I sit on your chest
to batter you red
all over this long green grass.
Here on this wasteland
I am king
and I feel nothing
not for posh kids like you.
My brother is filming me.
He likes your new mobile phone
and later we can play back your screams
on our way home.
It'll be
a laugh.
The more you beg me
to stop
the more I'll bash
with this brick.
It's only half a brick,
actually.
I can smell
you've peed
in your pants
What a wuss.
Serves you right
for talking posh
that's why we brought you here.
You've shut up now,
you weren't so clever
not so clever after all.
See,
how much stronger I am
that'll teach you
that's taught you
for ever.
Now I wonder,
what's for tea?
I am eleven,
you are ten
I sit on your chest
to batter you red
all over this long green grass.
Here on this wasteland
I am king
and I feel nothing
not for posh kids like you.
My brother is filming me.
He likes your new mobile phone
and later we can play back your screams
on our way home.
It'll be
a laugh.
The more you beg me
to stop
the more I'll bash
with this brick.
It's only half a brick,
actually.
I can smell
you've peed
in your pants
What a wuss.
Serves you right
for talking posh
that's why we brought you here.
You've shut up now,
you weren't so clever
not so clever after all.
See,
how much stronger I am
that'll teach you
that's taught you
for ever.
Now I wonder,
what's for tea?
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