Buut, I'd fall to my knees
and let you punch me.
Nose broken and bloody
so everyone can see
how angry and hurt
you are from me.
Lets not forget the knife
and each finger you'd slice
I wouldn't flinch or think twice,
you'd have every right,
since I haven't been nice.
Strip me naked and pull out the whip
lash out on my skin,
Give me one hell of a trip.
I won't fuss or argue,
since your probably not through.
Let me hand you the shovel
so my face you could smash.
As long as you're happy
and having a blast.
Hang me naked from a pole
so everyone can see
this freak has no soul.
Because.....
Suicide would be Shellfish.
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I wish Blogger had a "like" option like facebook. Because a lot of your poems I like... But have no real words for. So... *like*
ReplyDeleteThanks Emily, I hear ya, I feel the same way about poems others write, no words to say, just "like".
ReplyDeleteyeah, but just saying "like" is weird... oh well.
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