Bitches
By Gem
You think you're right But you're wrong You wasn't there So be gone If you're asking for trouble Come my way I'll give you what for If you don't run away You make me sick You're all mouth on the phone I'll warn you now When you're alone I'll beat you till you're black and blue There's no telling what I could do So if you think you're hard enough Come try me now Lets have a scuff May the best girl win That's what I say You won't live to see another dayI wrote this poem when I was getting grief at 13 years old. I found out yesterday that this 'Bitch' now wants to be my mate, 3 years too late! Written October 1st, 2001 © on Oct 01 2001 04:15 AM PST 0 • 14
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"You think you're right ..."