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A spoiled, petulant child
Self-indulgent and wild,
With throbbing libido

Let me be your deterrent
Scalded hands in water boils,
Vexed snake bunches in striking coils,
Salt for cleansing detergent

Hold steady until blisters form-
Now isn't this delectable?
Incredible.
Edible.
Dissect able.
Thunderclapped hail of perfect storm

Stain resistant to rust.
Pandered trust switched at birth,
Blindly commence the search
Bleeding, chock-full of dust

Hence- this ain't no fairytale
So put the children to bed.
Dreams are dispersed, nightmares fed,
Chalkboard full of fingernails

Beretta spraying ligaments-
Hands up: Don't shoot the messenger,
Scream out for priest or minister
Hang on with threadbare filaments,
A catastrophic massacre
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Code Blue
Date: Wednesday, 4th March 2015 @ 01:56:11 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: hauntedscorp

Fall in line, amigo
A spoiled, petulant child
Self-indulgent and wild,
With throbbing libido

Let me be your deterrent
Scalded hands in water boils,
Vexed snake bunches in striking coils,
Salt for cleansing detergent

Hold steady until blisters form-
Now isn't this delectable?
Incredible.
Edible.
Dissect able.
Thunderclapped hail of perfect storm

Stain resistant to rust.
Pandered trust switched at birth,
Blindly commence the search
Bleeding, chock-full of dust

Hence- this ain't no fairytale
So put the children to bed.
Dreams are dispersed, nightmares fed,
Chalkboard full of fingernails

Beretta spraying ligaments-
Hands up: Don't shoot the messenger,
Scream out for priest or minister
Hang on with threadbare filaments,
A catastrophic massacre
Too late- here comes the coroner.

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