A poem about mixed feelings, revenge, and confusion.

What the fuck did you say? All I heard was “Hey.” Arson looks like a sound plan, if you’re not down, maybe you’ll come around, just stop actin’ like a clown. Have some white girl, I don’t give a fuck, just don’t act like a motherfuckin’ duck. If I hit you up maybe you should communicate, we could probably set up a date. Shit, its probably too late. I’m not tryin’ to have a fuckin’ fake, crawl out of the dream, wake. Fuck, lets get baked. We’re supposed to hit the lake, I’m seriously wonderin’ if you’re gunna flake. Move with some haste before you’re brain is a fuckin’ paste. Fuck this shit, come help me dump this gas, strike a match, sit back and watch the colors flash, its just some fuckin’ trash. I wanna see that motherfucker crawl out on fire, put his ass out and hang him on the clothes wire. Seriously, what the fuck did you say? I’ve heard the same thing all day.

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