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Poem 41 - Six Feet of Fun
With all your lies,
And all curses,
My situation begins to worsen,

Do I let you live,
I do I let you die?
You've got until I count to five,

Should I kill you,
Or should I kill her?
Don't say this isn't fair,

I've given you a choice,
Which is nice enough,
Now you're acting so tough,

You made fun of me,
Every single day,
And now I'm finally making you pay,

I can hear your cries,
From the wooden box,
But they begin to go now I've put on the lock,

I push the load of mud back,
Into your new, little home,
I hope you like it in your tomb,

I pat the mud,
And I smooth it off,
And then I begin to laugh,

No one will find you,
Not near here,
No one who you do or don't find dear,

I walk away, through the gate,
Imagining you trying to escape,

And it makes me smile,
It really does,
I've finally found something that I find fun.


I posted this on MySpace on a bulletin a couple of minutes ago. What do you think of it? I was thinking of that t**t Austin Perry when I wrote it. I just hope that stupid f**ker dies a horrible death. He put a beetle in my packed lunch the other day. Luckily, I don't eat any of it, so I didn't even notice it until I got back to my house, where it had suffocated in my bag. Austin is an evil b***ard.