AngerA Poem by Molly
It’s an old beat, You played it. Played it, okayed it, In my own house even, you sick F**K!! And you justify it how? It’s always been like this. And? Well f**k that. And f**k you! I’ll do whatever the hell I want to. Stoppin’ me won’t happen, So back the f**k off. I’m on my own now. So deal. © 2008 Molly |
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