Definatly NOT about Liola.


BASTARDS !

Much more than mearly just annoyed

Bad energy fills the gaping void

The violence will leave lives destroyed

One word could change it if deployed.

SORRY !

Say it.

Get down on your fucking knees
and pray it.

And if your lucky
I'll count to ten.

So you can reiterate it once again.

One two three four five six ten.

SORRY.

Now FUCK OFF . Alone .

Back under the stone,

That I once knew as home.



Poetry by stevelee
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Written on 2007-03-22 at 18:26

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la tristesse
totally understanding you here dude!
2007-04-08



ooooh an extreme ouch poem, could this be the bank manager you speak so highly of? lol Yeah sorry does help but not the overdraft! Smiling at you, Tai
2007-03-22