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WHY DID HE HAVE TO DIE? T-TWhy did he have to die?
I need you to tell me why.
Sun Quan you ass,
I'll smack you with glass.
Then I'll try not to cry.
The Girls of TwilightWhat do you need to keep steady?
All of you want boys at the ready.
What is wrong with you?
Wanting those Gary Stus.
It's all sickeningly heady.
Weight of The WorldThe weight of the world on her shoulders,
All of it heavier than boulders.
The flames of pain
Driving her insane--
As the world grows colder.
Screw It, Badminton's A SinTennis is for the win.
I must tell my next of kin.
My friends love badminton more,
So, frustrated, I roar,
Screw it, badminton's a sin!
DadThere's a guy named Dad;
Because his real name's bad.
He likes to spazz
When listening to jazz.
And that, my friends, is sad.
Of Bees and FlowersThey say I don't want a boyfriend; that I might be homosexual.
They're idiots, great gossips that need to find some friends.
What they don't know that I've liked plenty of boys before -- but, I've a heart to mend. Who is to say I don't like anyone? -- that it's not just denial?
I have liked many before...but I have bad taste. The world is a stupid place to live, but what can you do? The world is stupid and tainted with broken love; and every single man, down to the last rotten core, is an idiot who thinks it's all a joke.
Women are not their sex toys, but they think different -- think that we're not real, that we are the flowers and they the bees; once they finish fertilizing, they can leave the flower behind, abandoned and defiled. Women are not their sex toys, but do they listen?
Before the "fairer sex" was honored, before there was no divorce, and couples were always loyal and faithful. Where did all that go? -- today, we are equals of men, but now beliefs are gone -- today, we are
Daddy Love may turn to betrayal...
Betrayal may turn to hurt...
Hurt may turn to hate...
Then you hate, and hate, and hate until there's nothing but bitterness...
Where he went.
Daddy, my daddy, my daddy who was funny, who was always nice to memy daddy.
I remember, my daddy, playing with me, holding me...he went to California a lot, but he always came home. I love my daddy.
He was good at fixing things.
But then he leftI don't know whybut he left...left, for California, and he never came backnever, ever, ever. I lived with only my mommy; she said that Daddy had left because they had divorced; that he had left, because he separated from Mommy, that they were no longer together. She said he was very lazy, but I can't believe that...he fixed things. He wasn't lazy, I said. He fixed things, and he was very good at it.
No, she said. He's very lazy. Whenever we worked, he just sat on a chair while I lifted boxes
Golden ball bouncing,
Stances made for pouncing;
Racket contacts ball;
Willpower never small.
Volley, smash, lob,
Serve, shot, a hard job.
Geraldo, No Last NameGeraldo, Geraldo, Geraldo Blank--
He unwillingly left for Canaan's banks
He was alone, he departed in pain,
But he saw her again.
She watched him die, a total stranger;
He had left to save his family from danger.
Danger of failing in life, that's all he let known,
But there were holes in his story to be sewn.
He never told, he never could;
So he died, unknown as the dense woods.
Geraldo, Geraldo, No Last Name;
Death has made its unfair claim.
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