120 Seconds

[deadpie]

Every morning your doing coffee and cigarettes
And I've got morning wood after a nightmare in my bed
Poured the gasoline all over the sheets
I claimed that the presence of God was underneath
Smoking 27's like as if you had style
But you know I'm not going to be around to care for a while
Take my guts out and kill the child
The road to hell is a million miles
I've got a long way to go.

People don't change / It'll always be the same
It's like taking this grenade to my brains
You can be this and you could be that
Your so special / Your so full of crap
Slap on a rubberband and shoot up smack
Momma told me to leave and never come back
People pray and masturbate to get what they want
In my mind I think your a selfish cunt.

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Written in about 2 minutes here on VT

[Perseus]

You've some grammatical issues. :P

But that's pretty cool that you made that up on the spot.

[Convergence]

That's pretty good. Kudos.

[2D]

"You must spread some Reputation around before giving it to deadpie again."


FUCK!

[AllThatIsLeft]

aweeeeeesomeeee! i enjoyed that.

[2D]

I'd like to add something. If I could edit that would be much easier. But I can't.

Your writing is the only poetry style stuff that I enjoy. Most writing bores me and is just meh. But yours is fantastic. Keep it up.

[deadpie]

Thanks y'all. I like writing about dead people and shooting up. Shit like that is interesting.