Shock and Awe


  • Anger

    Shock and Awe

    I dont give a damn about your excuses
    Misuses of life's simplicities
    Paint me a picture with your blood high lightening your inequities
    And maybe I'd give a fuck
    Caught up on your luck
    Restless because you're stuck
    Why should it matter to me that you're sorry
    For all the injustices you've laid on my chest
    Put me to the test and see the misery you've given me
    Close your mouth before I shove the truth down your throat
    Shocked to comprehend that the end means so much more the means
    So it seems
    That a dog like you could ever matter
    Let me count the ways and the many days that you've lied and cheated
    Leaving in wake a slew of broken women battered and tattered all
    courtesy of you
    And the shit that you do
    Constantly become a new
    The great pretender
    Always guided by a hidden agenda
    Raping and destroying the beauty from within
    But men like you always come to rest
    Whether its laying 6 feet under in a fucked up mess
    Please dont tell me I've startled you
    Lest you be guided by the shit that you do
    My words were designed to shock and awe
    So if it touches one sorry ass mother fucker then its done its job

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    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

    Serenity1225’s Poems (17)

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