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so i wrote this poem becuz alot of people act all big and bad but really they are just scared losers who talk crap and then call the police to rescue them. yeah right,
Submitted:Jan 15, 2011 Reads: 31 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
Call the police,
Call them hoe,
You might as well do it,
Because I'm coming to your home,
I wanna hurt you bad,
That I do,
But I guess I wont get that chance,
Because you know you would lose,
Thats why you call the police,
Because of the coward you are,
You call the police,
Because how sour you are,
So call the police now,
If you think you can,
Call the police hoe,
I'm waiting gun in hand,
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