"Son of a" **

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Angry

Tripping constantly, just cuz I can't see.

I'm not scared if you don't care, cuz you don't mean that much to me.

If it mattered, I'd be flattered just to know that you've been there.

But, I'm not me, you're far from you, and I really just don't care.

Don't want to complain, but I should explain,

I don't hate you, just can't stand you, you drive me frickin insane.

You frustrate me, your voice sedates me, would you kindly go away?

You can bite me, I won't fight you, don't care what you have to say.



This thing's not about nobody, I'm just pissed cuz my shirt's bloody.

Ash can't save his Pikachu, and I don't want to look at you.

This is random, but so's life, memory's rusty, so's my knife.

I don't get it, you threw a fit, take it to another limit.

I love Jesus, cash can't please us, there's no way you can appease us.

The worst is over? I won't buy it. I'm pissed off, I can't deny it. I just want some peace and quiet! So just get up off my back!

    - Lo Ruhamah

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"Buenos nachos?" Jordan Rosenwinkle

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Maggie Rickard's picture

I really like this poem. You did a fantastic job with the rhyming, and it flows really well.

Marianne Chrisos's picture

QUITE good...