Sticks and stones might break my bones
but knives will rend you senseless,
you mock me with your petty words
so I’ll rive you defenseless.
You tease and sneer and fuck around
as if you’re trying to taunt me,
you’ll end up in a shallow grave
your memory won’t haunt me.
You think that you’re superior
with money in your hands,
but you’ll believe quite different
when you’re deep in desert sands.
You think your insults hurt me
while you’re dancing on your stage,
but your attempts at humor
are just filling me with rage.
So come down off your pedestal
and face the truth my dear,
we can discuss this later
somewhere dark where they won’t hear.
And once I’ve swept your corpse aside
like rubble and debris,
I’ll mark your grave with memories
of the beast you used to be.
What do you think?
Comments
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Excellent
OMG I loved the dark rhythm here and the threat of death and burial in desert sands. The final verse gave it a depth that was slightly twisted and made me wonder, how much was symbolic. Bookmarked for future reading to see what I may discover.
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I think i liked the first stanza best, was a great opening line.
Nicely written
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Where did this come from? Someone annoyed you!
Well written though. The rhyme is great, refreshing from you also.
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