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Poetry By: RJohnson

Tags: Humor


Submitted:Dec 10, 2007    Reads: 110    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

Some people hate me because I beat up a kid.

The boy vandalized my car and I don't regret what I did.

He was bald and he was wearing a sheet that was full of holes.

When I finished beating him up, he lost bladder control.

It happened last year when�I gave him a rock on Halloween.

He was pissed because he didn't get candy so he did something mean.

He threw the rock at my car's back window and shattered the glass.

I chased the sorry brat down and I kicked his pudgy ass.

He got his ass kicked again when he trashed my brother's Harley.

One punch from my brother was all it took to knock out little Charlie.

I broke his ribs, I bruised his skin and I gave him a nose that was bloody.

I don't think that he wants anything else to do with me.


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