Today I read a poem that made me mad.

Today I read a poem about a woman mistreated by a lowly piece of slime that called himself a man And all I thought about after I read the piece was "How,in such a "civilized" world? How, in a world of such smart people... "How is it, that no matter how good you may be How perfect you are How moral and beautiful inside How innocent and kind How perfect and imperfect you are THERE ARE FILTHY DOGS EVERYWHERE AND NO ONE CAN TELL THE DIFFERENCE UNTIL IT'S TOO LATE... and no matter what the outcome.... these slime never change never break never bend never mend never ascend never amend but always pretend that they....THEY are right.... and THE WORLD is wrong.... AND THAT NO MATTER HOW HORRIBLE THEY MAY BE NO MATTER HOW SCARED THE DEVIL HIMSELF IS OF THEM... They tell you that it's all your fault... All my fault? ALL MY FAULT??? ONE DAY YOU WILL BE FACED WITH THE ULTIMATE TRUTH AND I HOPE WITH ALL MY HEART THAT DEATH HIMSELF IS IN A BAD MOOD WHEN IT'S YOUR TURN TO BE JUDGED!"I read a poem by nightfighter called "Grrrrrrrrrr" It had me very upset. I hate horrible people...and if nightfighter reads this...I hope everything comes out ok. Sorry everyone if this sounds like ranting and raving.... but when you get mad..... your poetic vocabulary and rulebook kinda get misplaced. Written February 23rd, 2002 © on Feb 23 2002 09:54 AM PST   10 • 0