To Whom It May Concern
I am going about what ever it is that I'm going about
Do I seem straightforward? Do you think I come about stout?
I know you do not fathom anything that I'm about
I do not care if this will leave you dirty, down and out
Go hide away, stride deep into the darkness of the woods
or I'll send a posse, angry men beneath their hoods,
who'll take you down so hard you never will forget,
who'll make you piss your pants ridiculously wet
A fat and ugly face is what you have to show,
I don't care what hardships fate will let you know,
a dumb fat smelly ass is really what you are;
stupidity of yours spreads wide and it spreads far
Go hide away, stride deep into the darkness of the woods
or I'll send a posse, angry men beneath their hoods,
who'll take you down so hard you never will forget
who'll make you piss your pants ridiculously wet
You can't keep up with any of my commendable ideas
If you come too close I'll kick your vulnerable pancreas
The time you serve on Earth is really just plain vain
Jump off a cliff; you've nothing more than nada here, to gain
Go hide away, stride deep into the darkness of the woods
or I'll send a posse, angry men beneath their hoods,
who'll take you down so hard you never will forget
who'll make you piss your pants ridiculously wet
You are such a fool, yes, you are such a clown,
I'll see to it, for certain, to bring you all the way down
If you weren't the lowest of low on my antagonist list
I'd bang you shut right now, with my pounding, hard-hitting fist
Go hide away, stride deep into the darkness of the woods
or I'll send a posse, angry men beneath their hoods,
who'll take you down so hard you never will forget
who'll make you piss your pants ridiculously wet
Your name will never – I can't stress enough - be mentioned here,
but I'll make sure that my name will bring you a senseless fear
You'd be much better off with a rapid suicide
If you remain alive you'll find no place to hide
Go hide away, stride deep into the darkness of the woods
or I'll send a posse, angry men beneath their hoods,
who'll take you down so hard you never will forget
who'll make you piss your pants ridiculously wet
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2022-05-25 at 08:13
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