So I saw and ambulance on my way home tonight and it inspired me to write this poem which I call:
I Saw an Ambulance on My Way Home Tonight
I saw an ambulance on my way home tonight
And all I could think was
Please, please, please...
Please let it be her.
Let it be her.
Let it be her with blood flowing.
Let it be her, wrists cut, neck broken.
Please, please, please...
- J. S. Guy
Then I wrote another poem which I called:
I Blew The Candles Out on The Cake and Wished That You Would Hang Yourself
I blew the candles out on the cake and wished
That you would hang yourself.
But even thinking of you like that
Made me feel like throwing up.
I'm so damn sick of knowing you're out there
Thinking, feeling, breathing.
I'll do it myself if I have to.
Eat sh@# and die Bi%$#,
Eat sh@# and die!
- J. S. Guy
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
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2 comments:
...!!!!
Brilliant.
It's killing me.
hahha J.S. Guy. what the hell is wrong with you? im really interested in knowing.
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