End Of The Game

End Of The Game

A Poem by Callum Mcleavy
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End of the game but the start of something new.

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I stick my dick in this game like rapist,
Monday to Friday like a regular basis,
White to black calling my self a racist,
Calling me a racist doesn't faze me,
Just like taking galaxy from a baby,
Raping behind bars like a prisoner,
Child fiddler,
The name that comes to mind is Garry Glitter,
Not Michael Jackson he proves to be a quitter,
Rated top of pop but not any more,
B***h died rich w***e wives just left with his corps,
That's rotting and blocking the exit,
Quick call a medic,
Margret Thatcher needs testing,
Suggesting that she needs us to start protesting,
About all these MPs that we take with a pinch of salt as we are digesting,
No attention seeking,
When i write bars or when i'm speaking,
Laughing at the pigs squealing,

© 2013 Callum Mcleavy


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Added on April 14, 2013
Last Updated on April 14, 2013
Tags: HATE, Dark, Life, Sad, adventure, death, depression, fantasy, fiction, heart, horror, love, magic, mystery, pain, poem, poetry, romance, story, teen, lyrics, mum, dad, cry, evil

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Callum Mcleavy
Callum Mcleavy

Nottingham, United Kingdom



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I really hope you will all like my lyrics, Some of them maybe be rude but its only words. more..

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