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I no like you
I can't fix what's broken.
Can't find what's lost.
Can't take back what's been spoken.
Everyone's my boss.
I'm the underdog, cast aside.
Everyone goes places in life.
NO! I'm not writing another poem about me!
This is about those insects under my feet.
I'll crush you all, you cockroaches.
And as you hear my footsteps approaching,
You'll run and hide in the cracks in the walls.
Scurry over the tile 'til my boot falls,
And splatters your little bug guts on the floor.
And I'll make your family eat it, then they'll beg for more.
I hate you, you know why?
I'd give you a reason, but it'd be a lie.
Everything you've ever done.
Is about to bite you in the ass, son.
It's going to burn when I put this match to you,
And you're gonna go up in flames because I've already doused you,
In the sweet kerosene of your own ignorance.
Prance around that,
Bitch!
Can't find what's lost.
Can't take back what's been spoken.
Everyone's my boss.
I'm the underdog, cast aside.
Everyone goes places in life.
NO! I'm not writing another poem about me!
This is about those insects under my feet.
I'll crush you all, you cockroaches.
And as you hear my footsteps approaching,
You'll run and hide in the cracks in the walls.
Scurry over the tile 'til my boot falls,
And splatters your little bug guts on the floor.
And I'll make your family eat it, then they'll beg for more.
I hate you, you know why?
I'd give you a reason, but it'd be a lie.
Everything you've ever done.
Is about to bite you in the ass, son.
It's going to burn when I put this match to you,
And you're gonna go up in flames because I've already doused you,
In the sweet kerosene of your own ignorance.
Prance around that,
Bitch!
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