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Punching Bag Of Rage
Do not try there is no use
You will only badly lose
Running will not do a thing
When I find you it will bring
Only more pain you caused this
When you took a closed up fist
Hitting my friend in the face
There is not a single place
You can hide so watch your back
There are bruises from the smacks
Many times you left on her
You are in a world of hurt
When I finally track you down
You'll disappear and not be found
From the rage that will come out
I'll be like a water spout
Sprinkling violence on you
And when I am finally through
With each shot and angry hit
I may throw another fit
Just to see the sight of you
Turn a lot more black and blue
You will be a punching bag
I will beat until you sag
Because you ran out of air
You can't breath and I don't care
Copyright ©
Robin Davis
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