Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Spitwads
I spit the silence at them,
All of them!
The phlegm dripped down to their mouths,
Cascading over their curled lips
I wait.
Give me a reason,
You sneering coward,
You silly bastard, just give me a
Reason to let my eyes pierce
You with unregulated annoyance.
You are a festering wound.
You are all as dark as cancer in attitude.
How your peers deal with you,
It makes no sense that they would want to.
What a drain on society you must be.
June 3, 2007
Suge
All of them!
The phlegm dripped down to their mouths,
Cascading over their curled lips
I wait.
Give me a reason,
You sneering coward,
You silly bastard, just give me a
Reason to let my eyes pierce
You with unregulated annoyance.
You are a festering wound.
You are all as dark as cancer in attitude.
How your peers deal with you,
It makes no sense that they would want to.
What a drain on society you must be.
June 3, 2007
Suge
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