What May Come

Kick the doors open

and beat the shit out of me!

Clear my head upon that flat mat;

hard bed.

 

Stick a hatchet in my arm’

I’ll just get some stitches;

thanks for that’ you poen;

please understand

you can’t put fear into someone who’s

tried to kill themselves!

 

kick the doors open

and beat the shit out of me!

You  two couldn’t even drop me;

 

Better fed here ‘case its all free.

I thank you for the bed and the time

to write!

 

 

To my delight it’s alright;

the cookie crumbles;

Fumbled life; still I’ll fight

Never giving up!

 

 

 

 

 

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