King Two Tailed Tommy (Master And Slave III)

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    Third chapter to the Master And Slave project... If i have to explain it, it is about a two tailed sperm (named Tommy of course) that makes it in the egg. I guess from here on out, this is the main reason he is cocky. He has been pushed down and casted down as someone to die, and to not really succeed, and to cause more chaos, now that he has the prize "the egg" he is says he is going to destroy it just out of spite... I guess I thought that would be clever... I wrote this because I was picked on endlessly as a kid in middle school, and apart of high school, so i guess it was interesting to write on someone who really made it in life... But the ending doesn't get good from here.

    King Two Tailed Tommy (Master And Slave III)

    Look at what I did, I beat them all to home base
    I finished the race, and disapeared with out a trace

    Just look at this here fine jewlery, its cool to me
    that know one knew secret way in the back
    so while they bang on the front door, I just laugh and I laugh
    Because I found my self sitting on the prize cash

    Listen to what they said, they said I couldnt do anything
    But now I can be everything, it's destiny that these worms are all enemies.

    It offended me, because they called Tom-Foolery it's cool to me
    That that I'm now officially king of the sac
    So while they bang on my front door, I laugh and I laugh
    Because once again I'm swimming in the prize cash

    I was casted down by the man
    Because I got two legs that stand
    One head that commands

    I'm the only one even, so they called me odd
    But all this pain that I cause
    I swear it is the will of God

    So while I sit here in my kingdom of me
    The worlds going to see how much of a king I can be

    Was once living under mutiny, the mutant me
    Is going to to put this place on the right track
    So while they cry on my front door, I laugh and I laugh
    Because I'm not going to give them their lives back.

    All of them serpents are just dead to me, yeah they're dead to me
    officially dead! everyone is the enemy

    Once they were hurting me, and now they're hurt from me
    It's because I am the one that made the egg crack
    While they die on my front door, I just laugh and I laugh
    Because I'm going to destroy all of this prize cash.



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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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