Where are you other than in your cell,
Screw I'm begging your pardon,
But lockdown at 7:30pm?
Tis he in jail or kindergarten?
If I could only see you I might do another few years,
But to see those screws in a psych ward,
Reduced to blubbering tears,
Remember me each (k)night you ward 'cause I am your worst fear
I'll take my sword and bury it into many hidden places,
Your children and your wife, you'll see horror on their faces,
Take my husband away from me and you will get whats coming,
If I was you, you fucking screw, I'd quit and keep on running
A contest entry
- Angry Anyone?? by A-Daisy-Among-Roses.
900 points, ended December 6, 2008, 16 entries
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