Kleptomania Is The Least Of Your Problems

Kleptomania Is The Least Of Your Problems

A Poem by jumbie's #1 fan

this is based on Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, the shooters of the Columbine High School tragedy


Kleptomania Is The Least Of Your Problems (4/20/99)



You sit there all alone
Drugs strewn out on your bed
Disturbing thoughts echo in your head
Fingers fumble over the razor blade
All thoughts of humanity begin to fade
Bruises, cuts, burns, on your wrists,
Christians, The Popular, Enemies take hits
Sick, twisted little game
Evil, warped rise to fame
Sharpen your knives
Prepare to take lives
Your friend has the gun
Time to shoot up some fun
Bombs go off
Start the clock
Tear down the halls of your school
Make them look like the fool
Bullet to the head
To the chest
Do your best
Inflict the rest
Hurt the ones you say hurt you
Not much left to do
Turn the gun on yourselves
Look now you’ve landed in hell
Tell me was it worth it?
To kill, steal, and destroy?
To take people’s lives
And make it your little toy
They thought you had issues with theft
But honestly
Kleptomania was the least of your problems

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Added on July 13, 2010
Last Updated on July 13, 2010


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