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Array ( [sid] => 49070 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Them.... [time] => 2004-05-25 14:12:59 [hometext] => I could write a million of these, and i still wouldnt have my rage subsided enough to come to terms with those 'things' [bodytext] =>



I cannot even tell you in one go how cold iam towards the Jonno

So its about my life

Played into the hands of *****-minded

they are nothing

if htler could of seen them back in the 30's

he'd say.
There worthless, the pathetic off shoot of there own povety with nothing but themselves to blame, anfd with, there own demise, they have there destiny to demnd sacrifice by the richeous and correct. Why should the rest of civilisation pay for the lesser peoples to remain in their retared and minial existance as if not to steal the oxygen for those who need it.

and i'd say that is right

they are costing my education
my future
my job
my income
my childrens safety
my home possesion
my own safety
the safety of my friends and family
the stability of my country
the greatness of our culture
the successful production of life
the continual venture of democratic perfection

if it not to be of these, 'bread eatin' 'air wasting' 'pathetic' and 'pointless' wastes of 'liebensraum'

why should I have to live in a city when these pathetic peices of flesh ascore my view, with there destruction of our beuatiful language to their slack-jawwed patheticness and retared-drug fueled waste of clothing, to haunt my street, break into my house, steal MY hard earned stuff cos there too stupid to earn it themselves

THEY LEACH OFF ME, YOU, MY FAMILY MY CITY, MY GREAT NATION because they are worthless


you could argu there human

you could argue their life

- but life evolves [comments] => 1 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 13 [informant] => 01_zanzebar [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
Them....

Contributed by 01_zanzebar on Tuesday, 25th May 2004 @ 02:12:59 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry







I cannot even tell you in one go how cold iam towards the Jonno

So its about my life

Played into the hands of *****-minded

they are nothing

if htler could of seen them back in the 30's

he'd say.
There worthless, the pathetic off shoot of there own povety with nothing but themselves to blame, anfd with, there own demise, they have there destiny to demnd sacrifice by the richeous and correct. Why should the rest of civilisation pay for the lesser peoples to remain in their retared and minial existance as if not to steal the oxygen for those who need it.

and i'd say that is right

they are costing my education
my future
my job
my income
my childrens safety
my home possesion
my own safety
the safety of my friends and family
the stability of my country
the greatness of our culture
the successful production of life
the continual venture of democratic perfection

if it not to be of these, 'bread eatin' 'air wasting' 'pathetic' and 'pointless' wastes of 'liebensraum'

why should I have to live in a city when these pathetic peices of flesh ascore my view, with there destruction of our beuatiful language to their slack-jawwed patheticness and retared-drug fueled waste of clothing, to haunt my street, break into my house, steal MY hard earned stuff cos there too stupid to earn it themselves

THEY LEACH OFF ME, YOU, MY FAMILY MY CITY, MY GREAT NATION because they are worthless


you could argu there human

you could argue their life

- but life evolves




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Re: Them.... (User Rating: 1 )
by TheNextRobertFrost on Tuesday, 25th May 2004 @ 02:33:40 PM AEST
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A pleasant read. Good poem




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