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:	post by Not-Heavily-Medicated-Enough at 2007-03-09 15:20:50

That was good, but how about this?

Ripped apart by angry bums

Walking down the street you notice a horrid smell
You look around and realize you surrounded in hell
Old, toothless, smelly, demented, and plain out nasty
Surrounded by bums, their awful stench and appearance ghastly
They hound you for spare change for food
But your not dumb, you know the truth
They want to go buy themselves a crack rock
So you throw out Canadian change and they flock
Cutting through the alley to try and stray
But they notice the false money right away
If only they were more stupid, but their not
And once again you find yourself surrounded by decay and crotch rot
But this time they don’t want your money, they want your life
They have been deceived for the last time, if only you had your knife
Closing in, you try to fight, but in vain
Your efforts useless against the retarded and insane
You catch a rock to the back of the head and hit the ground
Looking up in a daze the bums begin to surround
They grab onto your arms, legs, and head
Beginning to pull, you start to see red
You hear a rip and a snap and pain shoots through you
You look down and see that your leg has been detached from you
You scream in pain, only to be silenced as your throat is ripped out
Everything goes black, gurgling in your blood, you try and shout
As they give one final tug, you come apart in four
Strewn upon the ground, you don’t exist, you are no more
As your soul leaves your body, you see yourself
All your friends, all those years of worrying for your health
Nothing matters anymore, not that your ripped apart
The funny thing is, I still have your heart
In a jar on my shelf, I took you wallet and bettered myself
Now your dead and I’m rich, that’s what you get for being a greedy ass bitch

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