The Velawesomeraptor Himself (clayrobeson) wrote,
The Velawesomeraptor Himself

Epic Haiku, Chapter II

You say we'll talk soon
But that's just jibber jabber
You always forget

We're important, right?
Then why don't you give a shit
That we're all so sad?

Sit there in your room
Behind your fucking closed door
Then I can't smell you

Disgust tastes like poo
And all I can feel near you
Is Disgust. Disgust.

Perhaps you will see
When in your desperation
That I was too good

I worked too damn hard
I gave you too fucking much
You repaid with 'tude

There will be no nice
Klae to give you hints and tips
Come July you're screwed.

Fuck you fuck you fuck
You fuck you fuck you fuck you
Fuck you fuck you, ass.

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