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dead works
the blood, the guts,
of all thes cunts and sluts
battered with this bat,
they lay on my lap
their feel eases my pain,
why do people call me insan
they have no shame,
they were street workers
now they work as undead sex slaves,
just for me
of all thes cunts and sluts
battered with this bat,
they lay on my lap
their feel eases my pain,
why do people call me insan
they have no shame,
they were street workers
now they work as undead sex slaves,
just for me
Published 1st Apr 2012
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Anonymous
2nd Apr 2012 00:26am
Where I can see the beauty in all things, this to me needs more somehow. Too short, and the theme isn't tight enough. I kind of get what you're saying, but it needs some more thought. Don't sell yourself too short. You can do better! :) All of us can...
2nd Sep 2012 8:40am
2nd Sep 2012 9:09am
I realise so much more i could have done to this now that i look back at it.. :/ this sucks!
8th Dec 2012 7:00am
even sreet walkers can have loving parents, did you think of them; your poem so abhorrent
