Thousand man sore

Thousand man sore

A Poem by Red_Queen
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Pass me around.

"

Everybody hate you but they want some more.

Passed out, dead to the world, on the floor

You leave no room to open the door.

Now all you are is a f*****g w***e

Your lips are covered with the thousand man sore.

The apple of thier eyes, Till you start to bore.

© 2008 Red_Queen


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Strong. I like the brevity, emphasizes the brusque message. Kinda like a "wham, bam, thank-you mam" I especially liked the last line " the apple of their eyes until you start to bore". Isn't that how it always is with everything ? Nice job.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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