Communication Breakdown
By Shane
Ignorance personified, epitome of filth Wretched face, evil mind You I wish to kill Genius within your mind The truth is bittersweet From your bowels all inside The truth on you it eats Attitude shockingly Leaves your mind Riddled with laughable simplicity Reality means to be For you it’s just ignored Trying to be something But your nothing and nothing forevermore Friend a word that you curse With your own preference One is worth, one is not A friend is yours until one better comes Then a friend he’s not Well die, simple man I’ll kill you with my hands Die, Now somehow For your existence I can’t stand I’m forever in debt to you Well someone has to pay the price I tried to negotiate with you acceptably Now I’m sick of being nice Dance to your tune, Insanely around your padded room You fucked with me you’ll pay the price Die by the hands of my deadly deviceWell this is written about a$$holes, the world is filled with them, but when you best friend turns out to be one it pi$$e$ you off, and thats what this poem is for. Number 100 a little tribute to an a$$hole, Enjoy Written April 21st, 2002 © on Apr 21 2002 12:07 AM PST 10 • 0
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