If I were a Judge and you stood before me
I would wear a black cap as you fell to your knee
My sentence on you would be swift and severe
Not a smack on the wrist or a flea in your ear
Your face would contort in a grimace of pain
As I read out your sentence again and again
Your sort I abhor and will treat with contempt
Dont think for a moment that you are exempt
I will look in your eyes and watch as you suffer
I might put your head on a post as a buffer
Your ass will be grass and Im gonna smoke it
Please hold up your neck for Im going to choke it
Ill hang you myself with a strong length of rope
When you come to face me its time to lose hope
Never again will you cause any trouble
For Ill bury you under a great pile of rubble
Author notes
its personal....
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Hi Dad,
Wow! Someone got to you. You ok?
I love the power of this write! Great job!!!
and love
Nyetta
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wow i loved the passion in this, and i could feel some fury behind the lines. i think judges let so many people off with just a smack on the wrist and it kills me to see people walk away like they do when they committed such a horrific crime. i loved it. great job.
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Exellent rhyme and flow. Too angry and intense for me!!! I'm a peace lovin' kind.
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Wow. This was incredibly intense. Your feelings were undeniably passionate, real, and full of pain. I really enjoyed this. Also the rhymes flowed effortlessly. Great write.
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