Poverty


root - Posted on 06 March 2001

by KACEE

You shoved poverty down my throat, like she did

when I was six.

sitting at the breakfast table, I said no !

She slapped me in the face, hit me up side my head!

and forced oatmeal down my throat.

It’s good for you! eat it,you little ungrateul BITCH!

I saw her bodybeing lowered into the ground,

dead and rotting,

flesh dropping,

I knew they would come..........and...eat her up.

the maggots, they were there to get full,

and then they grow up and fly away.

He stuck his stick into ny black hole,

and...he did his dirty task......

He said it was making love...

it was rape.

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