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well here i am deciding to finally open my mouth i should keep it shut because still only the shit comes out
yeah i cant write anymore still no reason to pout i can still scream and shout and rant and rhyme into my bottle of stout stiff liquour keeps me honest and limber stone cold
shut out and an A.A. member
danger
danger
on top of the divider with a bottler and lighter
this hell keeps getting better and better
oh shit there he goes alex has popped off and lost his center
up and down this street so many times
i cant remember

ive raped this page of its mind the lines no longer come to me as easily i have to up the dosage killing myself this feasibly a habit
i dont know whats gotten into me but i thought it would be harder to kill myself this fuckin quickly

wait hold it
hold the phones
stop a sec lets hang it loose
let me lay off the juice and concentrate enough to get my nuts out of this fucking noose
fuck prepared there's the snare 6 around my ankles hung up and stripping me bare
did you know that i still dont care?
which is more appropriate woman? keeping you drunk or scared?
and you think im impaired?!
you doh-see-doh between whatever grabs your attention
bitching about how youve learned your lesson but you keep everyone guessing its like a blessing how you remeber everything and how its a fucking message and oh i forgot to mention you still need a couple of those, whatcha-call-it, therapist sessions for minds inquiring as to what the lesson is

now i know everything that your thinking
"how imature is this asshole, i poured my heart out in those sentences, fuck him i was right hes wrong" blah blah guess thats how life is
 
let me tell you something girl

your always right when the only one you listen to is yourself




and hey i just made a statement i guess these fingers can still scratch words shape them, but im still ass to pavement still its nice to let out something left restrained in.
guess thats as far as my pen goes in payment world still goes round and im still the rain man



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On Saturday February 23rd, 2008, the-rapist (361) writes:
the title drew me in, as often they do. The poem kept me wanting to read more... so fucking cool.



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