Come On
Look at me stupid thing
I have some issues
No, listen here you silence violator
Don't dare give me that look
Okay, cruel creature
Do I have to stitch to you new ears?
Are you dumbfounded by speech?
Look, come on,
That’s it
Stop it
You know what
With your eyes and that ridiculous head tilt
I hate you!
You wake me
And beg and drool
And cry like a demon
At small scratches
I should just strap you to the bed
And let some priest purify you
I feel nothing for you and your tears
So I'd like you to go
Stop your shaking
This is the result
Don’t you get it?
You're at fault
Look pretty thing
I’m sorry
I get it now
You wind up doll
You crummy noise maker
I get it
Come on, now
You’re tasting the sea
I'll wrap you back up
And won't dare sigh
No, I won’t
When you start your chant again
Oh goodness, stupid thing
Would you just listen to me?
Copyright © Brandi Frey | Year Posted 2014
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