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The Winter Of My Miscontent......
written by corpsefeeder07:44 AM 3/6/05I'm going to dance.
I'm going to sing.
I'm going to praise, my new found king,
Charlie Manson..
Or He'll eat my baby.
And I don't want to lose my baby
because I didn't dance
or sing a song about puppie dogs
or chocolate covered ants
I heart you, Mr. Charlie Manson...
Put my baby down
Cause if you eat him
I am sure to frown.
By the way, his name is Franklin
and his friends are juicier
and please don't take her to Esmarelda
the head cook, cause she kicks ass.
Don't....eat my baby!
Charlie Manson stay at bay
Or I'll have to fight you off
before you can take my baby away
So I'm going to dance.
I'm going to sing.
All to praise this bastard king.
Charlie Manson,
Please don't eat my baby. |
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God damn I am bored.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by corpsefeeder (3-8-2005 - 12:41 AM)
| Awesome. BECAUSE I MADE IT. |
by noose*of*barbed*wire (3-13-2005 - 11:44 PM)
| That is now my favorite poem ever.
*genuflects*
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