8wayrun's poetry block

8wayrun poertry's block

Hickory dickery dock
That thing would stop a clock
Not something you want made of hickory!
 
8wayrun poertry's block

man.... fuck a 'skito
fuckin parasitic little demon
who haunts my rest
i close my eyes
not four, five minutes later
that buzzing is near.

doing what it does best
being a pest and loving it
taking away my sweet beautiful rest.
worst than a bitch who won't stop callin me
bitch! stop calling me!
its over and done,
can i have my peace?
quiet?
no...

man fuck a 'squito....
irking and jerking my nerves
it's 4 in the morning
i got work in the morning
can't you fuckin die?
as i lie on my bed,
i roll to my side
wishing
i had magic
so i can commit genocide
of a species no more deserving
of a creature that does nothing
but get on my last fuckin nerve.
i swear
I close my eyes, and what do i hear?
that incessant buzzing right behind my ear

now i feel itchy,
fuck that skank bit me, but not in one place
my elbow and shin
fuck two of them bitches got in?
argh just what i need...
AHHA!!! THERE GOES ONE!
and i'm going kill that bitch before the night's done
just let it land
peacefully thinking
oblivion isn't waiting
in the form of my hand
that drops down stronger and harder than a pimp to his ho

my pimp hand strong.
HA! man fuck that skito!
got one of them fuckers now where's the other...
it's 6 in the mornin i get up at 9...
making me miss my blessed rest
cause you want to be a pest
death is waiting you son of a bitch

there he is right by my bed and on the wall
i see that ass clearly and that's your ass
yessir i'm givin you crush syndrome
oh! that sweet chariot is comin for to carry you home
my pimp hand strong.....
saw blood on the wall, that must be mine,
that's fine
i got that ass in the end and that's all i need
so i can lay down and rest in peace

but not 4-5 minutes later what do i hear?
that fuckin buzzin right back on my ear...
fuck....
man........ fuck a 'squito.

yeah, i have no idea how to write a poem. i just wrote whatever i wanted.
so there.
 
8wayrun poertry's block

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
I'm gonna break your face
Jack and Jill ran up the hill
I'm gonna break your face
 
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