Drink to that

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    Drink to that

    Tip back the bottle,
    Guzzle it down.
    Who gives a fuck,
    Why you gotta frown.
    Who cares why you hurt,
    Or even more why you bleed.
    Stupid and careless,
    You spread your seed.
    The seed of pure hatred,
    And utter remorse.
    If I could curse you,
    I’d make your life worse.
    So, I’ll drink to your problems,
    And whatever may arise.
    And I’ll drink to the thought,
    Of you eating your lies.
    I hope some one hurts you.
    Rips out your heart.
    Puts a target on you,
    And hits you with darts.
    So, I’ll drink to tomorrow,
    And the day after that.
    And I’ll drink to the thought,
    Of beating you w/ a bat.

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    FranzJ commented on Drink to that

    10-14-2009

    I can understand your feelings, but i hope you are not doing that much drinking

    Phoenix9 commented on Drink to that

    03-11-2009

    violently nice

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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