Shes gone
And it must be pretty sad
Because we never quite finished
Our last dance
Or got to polish off that
Routine
We had
Of fighting
Binging
Drinking
And crying
but alas
Deaths of queens and angels
Real or fake
Faux or par
Gay or straight
Seem to always be such and utter tragedies
Too bad she was a bitch
Too cruel for the shining kingdom
Now lifeless before god
What a cunt
& now confirmed
w h o r e
YOU ARE READING
Shit rant poems
ŞiirThere are so so so many typos and one day, I'll fix them all.....maybe