I am a thug, you freakin' fag
Move over, I'm walkin', rag!
Kiss my shoe or taste my karate
Kneel down, and worship me
I go home from school, lookin' cocky
But on our doorstep, my bones go bendy
Stands there my big monstrous daddy
His whip and lash ready to hit me
I curl every night in bruises
To deep dreams my mind loses
Nobody cares, nobody knows anyway
Tomorrow the weaklings will surely pay
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RandomIt just started with the only poem I titled "Forbidden". I did not imagine I would have a sudden thought of making it a collection. This will be updated every... well, I can't promise because I am working. Maybe in my spare time and 'poetish' moment...
