Mrs. Ouija
By: Julia L. Clark
As the drums beat in my voice of silence
Love has decided to appear before me
Very raggedy with stat icing sounds.
I leap in nightmare on elm street
Crows feet and stabbed tears
Pull out the tissues of machetes
To toss this bastard in
My Lai as war has been called
Upon my feelings
The pots decided to cook in my love
While my plates fix his death
Witch craft of my Ouija
Roar while the poof
Of darkness falls down
As I laugh
And blood shoots out my neck
You can throw the chair
And run
But here I am again
In your face
While you walking backwards
My spider web
Shoots out and
Jail house you in.
Blood creeks of
Slaughtered heads screaming
For the million man
March of she is hideous
Delirious
You silly
Fucken semen sack beverage
This is the season
Not to be fucken jolly
Your dick is chained
Locked with my blade needles of
Just poking you
Adding my doses of
I FUCKEN HATE YOU BITCH!
While I smoke my new port
And use your eyes
For my ash tray
Smelly pussy
Punch you in your face
Because I am a lunatic
Sick minded bitch
When you think with
Your dick
It will become the death of you
Ha
Hs
Ha
Ha
Ha
As
I fucken
Take a seat on your grave
And lotion you
With my
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© Julia L. Clark Registration Number TXu-331-190, All rights reserved
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-04-01 20:32:04
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