A poem about someone calling me immature. This is in retaliation.

I need to grow up? I’ve been grown, I’ve reaped what I’ve sown. I’m just a centipede lookin’ for some weed. You better sign the treaty before I make you into a meaty pie. Here I am juggernaut, let me tie this knot, you might die but I hope not. I still want to watch you squirm, twist around like a worm. Thirty six six six miles, all the while I’m sayin “No reason to waste my time and try.” Ya wanna know why? I’d probably fall over and die, or maybe it’d be you wishing to die, I don’t give a fuck at this point, I hope I’m making a point, I’m about to smoke this joint. I’ve found a couple others, they aren’t fucking druggies like the past others. I might snort some coke, hell I’ve seen a bitch choke on the shit, I hope it pokes a hole in your brain, just enough to make it rain and cause you pain. Your words dont mean shit, they’re not even about to hit anymore. Give up before I get that shiv up. 

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