I hope your happy mother,
your making my life a living hell,
what's your next move?
What threat do you plan on using today?
You dont know me,
you sure as hell never will,
I try to make you understand,
you only twist things to how they arent.
This is a hell without a fire,
I could soon remedy that.
Would the gun cabinet have better answers?
I've started the countdown,
there isnt much of a set time,
but if it keeps up,
I'll pull the trigger,
I'll make it all go away.
What kind of odds are these?
Two 50 year olds against a 17 year old.
I'm gona go out and control nature!
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Matt tucker (188.8.131.52) -- Friday, November 8 2002, 01:08 am|
Dude I love all your poems. I wish I could meet you. You sound so much like me the way u write. We've got alot in common
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