B***h Fucked Up My OrderA Poem by MilesKetchup, mayo, Pickles, onions French fries, soda (Not Diet Cola) Now my burger feels complete And now it's time to f*****g eat Gotta munch this good stuff down ...Turn that smile into a frown What the hell am I eating? Stuff tastes like bugs and glue Cooks think they'll f**k around I'll eat your motherfucking shoe! Take that anger down with me To the river flowing brown Fight a fire with a semi And break their dying walls down God! Why'd you forsake me? Whatever did I do To deserve this s**t? I'm unsatified, sir I said custom, sir Not wrapped in cellophane And microwaved on toast I'm gonna bring my lawyer Mr. Tom Hanks Sawyer In the end you'll regret Having skipped the foyer I ain't a joking clown You smug wannabe f****r I'll take your crown And be the Lord of the S****y Burger You could've taken some time If only for a dime But now it's too late You won't live this time I'll sue yourselves And I'll sue your elves And I'll sue your kids And I'll sue your zits And I'll sue your wife And I'll sue your knife And I'll sue your eyes With some sharpened ice I might not have the money But don't think I won't A man of my position Honors his deep, cold derision
© 2011 Miles |
Stats
115 Views
1 Review Added on August 23, 2011 Last Updated on August 23, 2011 AuthorMilesDarmsheim, Badem-Würtemberg, GermanyAboutI'm American, I was born in Japan, and have since traveled to many different states and countries. I'm an Athiest and an Existentialist and I prefer the Multiple Big Bang theory. I play guitar, and .. more..Writing
|