Psycho WeirdoA Poem by Indra's ChildThe other day, in the store you work, You saw us walking hand in hand You said, to us, "You must be more, 'cause normal friends DON'T DO THAT," Sweatervest wearing stranger, standing all too closely, To you, I said, to deflect, "I'm really f*****g gay, I love sucking dick and licking p***y," Laughing as we walked away... You looked at me like I was the weirdo, You're the one interested in possibly sexually active kids... Los ojos tienen, como un crocodilo.. You're the 40-year-old on a psycho binge. Eres en el nivele crack, I'm not the degenerate maniac... You once asked me if I was Catholic, As you pointed to the upside-down cross sewn on my vest... "No, not really," I thought out loud, Everyone else assumes I'm a communist gringatcha derelict... The other day, in the store you work, Someone forced a kiss on my friend like a pedophile SHE'S ONLY SEVENTEEN, I'LL KILL YOU Plus, I'm taller, he noticed, as I stared him down the isle... The last time we were in your store, We ran into you standing guard, Over the fruit section like a boring has-been w***e, Staring at us like we were wearing purple leotards Apparently the pedophile ran to you to get help. Like the golden child of a s**t teacher, Tugging on your shirt like a tattletale, pointing at us But class wasn't over and he wasn't so stealth... You said our names, and raised a finger As if to scold us over something we'd done If we were dissimilar, we would have f*****g cared But, man, we don't give a f**k, to act like everyone else.... ___________________________________________________________________________ Cuantas tetitas tienen un pollo? No tetas, tetitas...
Asi, como un pollo quien es un mutacion de geneticos? Solo es medio chisosto, como ti.... ___________________________________________________________________________ © 2018 Indra's ChildReviews
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StatsAuthorIndra's ChildOakland, CAAboutI just want to wake up from the dream. "Hi. It's me. I know you're out there. I can feel you now. I imagine you can also feel me. You won't have to search for me anymore. I'm done running. Done hid.. more..Writing
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