MILKA Poem by Akira
I'm not sorry, let's get that straight here.
Petty words that you aim at me, Our anger boiling over but yet you still can't see and even an Umbrella couldn't shield the sadness that pours down on me. Revenge will be sweet but what will I do? Elli could help me turn her cat blue? Don't worry it's harmless. Then again perhaps not, Hamsters in the teapot? Even that wouldn't make me feel better. Maybe a lion in the bathroom; Iguanas hanging from the lampshades; Lots of marbles perhaps, in the vacuum; Keep it together. Demons are taking over me, Only I can hear thier voices; When will the anger subside? Not now, revenge will be sweet. Talking it out? How will that fix it? Either way she'll just scream and shout. So I see now what I have to do, I'll begin today with my reckless debut. Now be hushed young sir; Kindly hand me that carton. © 2012 AkiraAuthor's Note
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