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I met her walking through the underpass.
She should've been at home, that time of night
and so I left her, jewelled with broken glass
and bruises under frank fluorescent light.
She didn't put up too much of a fight.
She couldn't, really, being eighty-three.
But if she hadn't clutched her bag so tight,
there may have been no need for savagery.
In fact, if everyone just handed me
the things that I require, without delay
or argument, perhaps I wouldn't be
the vicious b*****d in the dock today.
But life's a b***h. One has to struggle through
the best one can. Bad news for her, and you.
- Title: Woah.
- Artist: Laters
- Description: Whyyy!
- Date: 11/14/2008
- Tags: imagination
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- sublime_necromancer - 11/21/2008
- Wow...that was savage and intense! Nice!
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