Treasure Island

Ace Of Black Hearts

(04/17/1984 / Homa Lousiana)

(Angry Poem) Bury The Hatchet


Into the light whether you like or not.
Just burn like a vampire.
A parasite who continues to try to feed upon me.
Faking another injury just to draw little more sympathy.
Face to face and I'm angry.
Shelter not the weak when they choose to be it so.
I know how tell you no.
I'm refusing your services and goods.
As if I could be caught up in your escapades.
Thieving from your own kids.
A proud father and mother they must be.
Welcome the killing fields of morality.
Just bury bury the hatchet by flinging it into my back.
Their already to much slime on this floor.
And all I see is more.

Submitted: Friday, September 16, 2011
Edited: Saturday, February 04, 2012

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