The Unfairness Of Angels 
  matthew Bartram

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 The King of the Worms

The King of worms
Spreads his germs
Through his bitter words
He spits out absurds
Jealousy and power
Rain down like a shower
On his feeble body
For he is a nobody
Weak and needy
Tight and greedy
He slimes his way into ones life
No friends, no lovers, let alone a wife
He lives in the ground and revels in dirt
And only pops up to look up a skirt
Perverted and queer
And gets drunk on one beer
He survives on others poo
And nothing he says is true
He will die a lonely and ugly death
Rotting like his bad breathe
The dark Prince never heard his cry
As he walked on by
For the King of the worms was so small
To the Prince he was no threat at all
As is black boots squashed on his head
He didn't even know the King of the worms was dead.





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