I cower now, bottom feeding scum
Waiting and spying from the lowest rung
I'm glad I didn't use a gun
None of that would be fun
I would not enjoy that run
Instead I choose to slum
Stabbed her to see how far I've come
Now to get trapped in a bottle of rum
I'll never be found, not as a bum
Hitch hiking around as though I have won
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Поэзия*READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!* Sometimes a fantasy can never be, unless brutal action is taken. Action takers beware. This sin is addictive and escalative. 1,309 words.
