All I Could Take

All I Could Take

A Poem by Mjr. Tom
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This poem was inspired by my s****y w***e neighbor who cusses and lies behind our family's back to our other neighbors and call my mom very bad names behind her back, this is what I would like to do.

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Anger is filling my soul

How can people be so cruel?

What do you take me for?

A lying, cheating, stealing fool?!

 

You walk like your so great

Spreading lies and rumours

Will you stop please...

You're like a malevolent tumour

 

I've had enough of this

My blood is now rapidly boiling

Better shut your mouth now

My hate is lingering and toiling

 

Enough is enough!

I said time and time again

Now you will pay

You will feel real pain...

 

I creep to your house

Not one person is awake

"Sorry" I whispered

"This is all  I could take..."

 

I take the gasoline steadily

In my hands, soaking

The W***e's house in gasoline

"You should've stopped provoking..."

 

The house is a blaze

A pale light shines

Upon my stoic face on mischief night

"For what you've done, your soul is now mine..."

 

Silently I tread

Back to my house to sleep

After the fun I had and

The soul I gladly reaped

 

I can finally rest and sleep

Knowing that the lies

Have finally ended

With her tragic demise

© 2009 Mjr. Tom


Author's Note

Mjr. Tom
No i'm not crazy but shes really pissing me off, and this would be my reaction if I wasn't sane hehe

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Wow, I'm glad I never said anything bad about you! LOL You've described your feelings well with a handful of anger and revenge that carries well throughout the poem. May your s****y neighbor rot in hell!!!

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Added on October 31, 2009
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Mjr. Tom
Mjr. Tom

Beaufort, SC



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