fuck you david
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Till the earth and bang on skins stained in blood,
Will this dearth banded slang sons sins floods come,
Quench thirsted tongue with vinegar’s sad mud,
Stench of mule’s dung army cousin’s mad slum.
Shit upon ones you love with fists and knees,
Drink of wine and gin to stab your life’s pain,
Some bastard you must be to say ‘oh please,’
Fuck you some such it must be said, you feign
Your ignorance, will it not to public fire,
Will it all you want, you shall never hide,
Buried treasures you tried in life for hire,
Sterile is your life now, rife of crook’s stride.
Your love must be of comfort, so it seems,
She’s made story of your soul’s evil dreams.
Will this dearth banded slang sons sins floods come,
Quench thirsted tongue with vinegar’s sad mud,
Stench of mule’s dung army cousin’s mad slum.
Shit upon ones you love with fists and knees,
Drink of wine and gin to stab your life’s pain,
Some bastard you must be to say ‘oh please,’
Fuck you some such it must be said, you feign
Your ignorance, will it not to public fire,
Will it all you want, you shall never hide,
Buried treasures you tried in life for hire,
Sterile is your life now, rife of crook’s stride.
Your love must be of comfort, so it seems,
She’s made story of your soul’s evil dreams.
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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And can I have some? But make it a shooter. I'm not sure I could handle a whole glass.
Awesome angry stuff, there. Yaegermeister ain't got SHIT on you!
(and yes, I realize I don't know how to spell Yaegermeister right -- that's cuz I drink beer)
I don't quite understand it, but it's perfectly said, what's in your head. And the heat shines through and now I wish I'd worn sunscreen because I have a Rudolph red nose. I want to learn how to put that heat in my prose.
I really liked it by the way.:)