Ain't nothing here
ain't shit
but it's ours
and we say
fuck you
and fuck this
and fucking 'a
fucking faggot
yeah, you better fucking run
Hey, it ain't nothing
it ain't shit
what you fucking looking at?
ain't nothing here but the tracks
and they don't go nowhere
ain't shit but the corner
and it ain't even a corner
fucking parking lot
fucking 'a
we say
so fucking what?
used to be a sign there
stop sign
but nobody stops here no more
ain't no reason
ain't nothing on that pole
in a long time
since that one time
remember?
you better, fucking 'a
you seen our flag, our fucking flag
that's your blood we're burning, boy
we said
yeah, you better run
you fucking faggot
you ain't nothing
don't you fucking stop here
this is our fucking shit
ain't shit, ain't nothing
but it's ours
and what the fuck you looking at?
we say
what the fuck?
Author notes
in a weird mood
Please tell me what you think
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ah the good old days
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Do you have enough points for your contest now? I applauded something like 70 poems, on top of the 100 points I just sent you.
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