Petes Poetry
My ex- mum.
Why don't you just die and rot in the sea.
I said "in" not "by", this is my prophecy.
You silly old bag, rotten and mean.
Who sits around and plays poker machines.
A dirty filthy manipulative liar.
Your death, is my desire.
Robbing the future and children blind.
You are truely out of your mind.
Tried to take the best in me.
Gave the rder for electro-convulsive therapy.
Had me raped at an early age.
You deserve and belong in a cage.
You are truly an evil black witch.
Put chips in my head,
Then had me set up and stitched.
Drink your piss, can't do without.
All this, i have no doubt.
If i wished someone dead, if i had to pick one.
No one else instead, just you, the slut I call mum.
Pete
I said "in" not "by", this is my prophecy.
You silly old bag, rotten and mean.
Who sits around and plays poker machines.
A dirty filthy manipulative liar.
Your death, is my desire.
Robbing the future and children blind.
You are truely out of your mind.
Tried to take the best in me.
Gave the rder for electro-convulsive therapy.
Had me raped at an early age.
You deserve and belong in a cage.
You are truly an evil black witch.
Put chips in my head,
Then had me set up and stitched.
Drink your piss, can't do without.
All this, i have no doubt.
If i wished someone dead, if i had to pick one.
No one else instead, just you, the slut I call mum.
Pete
