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Old 5th June 2002, 11:53am   #1
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a poem by me :P

Haylie
© Timon 2001

When I was at school you were rude
You were crude
You were all in a mood
And you blamed it on me
And it was plain to see
That you wanted to be
Out of everyone else
The biggest bitch to me

I want you to know that through all of that time
The thoughts that raced through my mind
Were not that kind
As they were involving you
Being thrown on a skew

You went and made it all worse when you decided to call me
You were really quite wrong when you thought it would be funny
I still wanna know who you got my phone number from
Don't gimme that lying shit saying you got it from some gay-dot-com

You're being like a little messed up kid
You need to be locked away with a tightly sealed lid
You're such a fucking bitch Haylie
I dunno how you can live your life daily

I'm coming after you
I'm stalking you
You better believe it when I say I’m mad with you

I'm gonna get my own back bitch-baby
Is that ok?
Would you be afraid of my AK?

I'll cut your wrist
And clench my fist
Give it a shunt
Right up your cunt
Out through your throat
Straight out the front

Then sit back and smoke weed
As I get the satisfaction I need
To see you die and bleed
At the bloody hands of me

And when you're dead and gone
I’ll have more fun
I'll get out my gun
And one by one
I’ll shoot your family and friends
You’ll all die at my hands

I'll laugh when I see
My life being free
From all the shit you gave me
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