Tangled in self importance, but this never involved you. Your fangs are barbed so we have to rip ourselves apart to be free from you. You're a plague we'd die to be rid of, if only to end our suffering.Everyone wants to be Paul McCartney's replacement.That's when the fireworks really started. The admiration stolen from the dearly departed.
If you could peer up from his grave, you'd see that to his image you're a slave.
As soon as your back is turned, I'd aim for your most tender flesh. Plunge until I reach the hilt.
All for an anonymous vote in my favor.
Contort yourself just to fit the mold, we love that trick it never grows old.
Do us all just one small favor, never wipe the tears from your eyes, it's your suffering we savor.
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Nice poem emo freak. Did you have to cut yourself to think of the words?
Well, now we know the author is bad at photoshop AND poetry. Is this supposed to hurt someone's feelings? Wow. Just wow.
As soon as your back is turned, I'd aim for your most tender flesh. Plunge until I reach the hilt.
Gay. UBER gay. And people wonder why I don't give my true identity.
Everyone wants to be Paul McCartney's replacement.
I think you mean Lennon. McCartney is still alive. Honestly, you kids today.
Obviously you don't know a lot about the Beatles if you don't know the Paul was replaced conspiracy
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Obviously you don't care a lot about the Beatles
Fixed that for you. Shiver me timbers!
Haha he changed the post on the real site after I pointed out how gay "tender flesh" sounded.
Now it's just the Paul McCartney bit. IMO it's about time somebody replaced McCartney.
you sure like to flatter yourself
And you like to write crappy poems. Whatever floats your boat, pal.
Snakes are immune to their own venom, idiot.
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