bad a*s

bad a*s

A Poem by kirsten773

oh yeah im a bad a*s
i run with scissors
i ate one after my mom told me not to eat the twizzlers
i walk the line
i scream bad a*s like a big red flashing sign
im a rebel
i ring and run away from your doorbell
i flicked my little brother bobby
im not scared of my mommy
you know why?
because im a bad a*s

© 2011 kirsten773


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kirsten773
i wrote this for a little comic relief, i hope you enjoy.(:

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Ha ha cute :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This made me laugh . . . reminded me of how my parents used to say I was an unholy little terror when I was little

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

At first I thought in the 3rd line u said you ate a pair of scissors :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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kirsten773
kirsten773

morongo valley, ca., CA



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