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B is for belligerent
by Timothy WilsonStovetops burn like hell
Bad jobs are embarrassing to work at
And at the end of the day I truly do hate everyone
Marc said that I was an evil brain child
He was right
My standards are too high
And god damn stovetops burn like hell
Would you like fries with that?
Every day I’m the voice of reason
And every day I watch my words pass over the heads of the retarded
And vanish into space
By the time the rest of the intelligent life recieve the message
(The ones who left me here)
It’s a bunch of mumbled vibrations like the humans hear
I hate this job
I hate my life
I hate your guts
And stovetops burn like hell
01/10/2011 Posted on 01/10/2011
Copyright © 2025 Timothy Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/10/11 at 03:28 PM Belligerent and brilliant as hell. Sharp, intense stuff, sir. |
| Posted by E. A. Pugh on 01/10/11 at 06:42 PM H is for Haiku for you
My standards are too high
god damn stovetops burn like hell
My standards are too high
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| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/13/11 at 08:33 PM Hate is so definitive, but I totally relate at times. |
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