Author: Sax


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.

Yeehaw daddy,
I'm gona go out and control nature!


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Matt tucker ( -- 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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