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Under My Skin-V. Johnson

Poetry By: magicfoot2011
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Annoyance.....I don't handle well >.


Submitted:Dec 27, 2011    Reads: 6    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


All day long you stay in the bed,

trying to be a good parent.

But you know I want you dead.

You don't even help pay the rent.

I can't stand you.

This fight you know you can't win.

With every little thing you do,

you get under my skin.

I hope you know about the hurt,

that you cause me and my mother.

Forever asleep in the dirt,

after you have been smothered.

Nothing you do can change who you are.

Nothing compares to the hate,

that strecthes so far.

To this family, you are late.

I hope you know about the hurt,

that you've cause my mother.

Forever asleep in the dirt,

you shall be after I smother.





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