Silence!
Hush and flicker out, young sprout!
The king shall have your hide dare you speak a syllable!
What eschews you from common grace?
Silence!
Crawl back to the gutter, nutter!
Your grievances are pitiful,
For only fools blabber such nonsense.
Silence!
How many times must I repeat myself?
You are comparable to those appalling mosquitoes:
The masses would rejoice if you were to vanish.
Silence!
Why are your wings still flapping?
Why have you not given up, young madam?
Why haven’t you realized the world is against you,
You zero to billion, you next to none?
Posting this before I hunker down and prepare to get my grades up. Wish me luck. Not that I can force you to do so since I'm still Level One in mental manipulation, but hey, yeah!
^Convincing, ain't it?
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A Place Called Insane (And Other Whimsical Poems)
PoetryThis is a collection of whimsical and emo poetry and pongs written by a teenager. You know where this is going.
