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[aid] => mick
[title] => Stupid Pen
[time] => 2004-01-15 10:56:44
[hometext] => This originaly a song with the lyrics; Stupid Pen, would you like some pizza, Stupid pen, Meet Mona Lisa, Stupid pen, Get out of here fast, Stupid Pen, Or I'll stick you up georgies ass... Its a little mental, long and completly messed up...
[bodytext] => Lights so bright, there always screaming, City swept, staring me into a dream, Its another bitter swept evening, Where I take the time to scream At all the people who created me When I take the time to slip into a dream, I see myself dead, covered in gasoline, Daddy's got a match, he's waiting for me, To get up ripp my head off and scream Days go by in half an hour, Years go by in a couple of minutes, When your jumping of a tower, Sending you friends into fits of laughter Lifes so dark, but its not what it seems, When your cutting yourself in your dreams, When your ***** another whore, When you realize lifes a bore Life just turns around and spits in your face, Tastes so good, you get out your mace, Spray it in the offenders eyes, Then make him confess all his lies Sometimes I dream of a perfect world, Theres no such thing cos i'm a turd, Last friday night I think I hurled, When I was nine I shot a bird But I guess thats all in the past, For eight years I managed to last, Cut myself with a bread knife, Drowned myself in vomit at night People think suicide is a joke, All the time dead bodies they poke, But when they start to get down, Those *****s will be six feet below the ground I guess its not as funny as I think, I guess its only funny when I drink, Abnormality is who I ***** am, I'm not Jesus, lenin or the son of sam When it gets late I begin to lose my mind, Kicking a dog, is probably the first sign, Or was the sign actually humping ITS leg, Or nailing yourself to a cross with a peg When it gets late, I get a little crazy When its early, I suppose I'm Lazy, But I really just dont give a ***** I'm tired, a loser and just out of luck [comments] => 4 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 59 [informant] => alecfernadez [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 12 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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