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My soul is a lonely child... She remembers being told she's wild. She's too much to contain in a predefined box, She needs to have her wings clipped and her emotions locked.
By CT Idlehouseabout a month ago in Poets
"Come look, come look! She's actually doing chores! Are you sick or do you need money? Why else would you be doing this for?"
What the hell is it gonna take? Where is the end of your rope? Will it be my body on the ground? Will it be my blood in the snow?
When did I become a mule for your baggage? I became a buffer in your fucked-up marriage. I was a child when you treated me like a therapist,
Let the kids be kids, they opine from the podium... That'd be ideal if you weren't the ones molesting 'em. I had to learn pretty damn early that boys are incorrigible.
By CT Idlehouse2 months ago in Poets
How fucking lonely must I be To believe that I can see A love beyond the computer screen? / I don't even really know him
Heart, we need to talk this out... You need to stop this feeling shit. We don't really know him at all, Yet you've fallen right off the fucking cliff.
On the first day of Fuck This Orange Hitler gave to thee The worst president in history. / On the second day of Fuck This
It's the blood red, Aryan white, and bruise blue, What kind of meat can I get for you? We have kids with bullet holes at 50 percent off
Behold! It is I! A fat woman! See all my rolls, My flabby arms, My overlapping belly. Yes, it's true: I'm the scourge of humanity.
By CT Idlehouse3 months ago in Poets
You don't like that I call out all your bigot shit, You call me woke, You call me broke, And start throwing a hissy fit.
They kept telling me "God is love," But then did the fucking opposite. Spend so much time praising God above, That you forget the people who exist.
