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Pulling bones out of fingertips

by Johnny Crimson

And 1 in 10 Americans die
of heart disease

The other 9 die of Black Lung

Do not cut off my finger
before I squeeze the trigger
and try to accuse me of someting
I was about to do

All her books smell like cancer
And those feet she always
walks on

How can I make out with the comb
I stole from your purse

When everything you touch turns to shit

Like the time you dressed me up like a girl
And made me tits bigger than yours

Then I stole your black bra
And buried it in the woods

So if you really want to reconnect
and try and fuck me
after 5 years of silence

First grab a shovel and
go and dig up your

Cum stained
Black lace
See through
Victorias Secret
34C
Wings collection
Wireless
Strapless
All the boys wanna fuck me
$34.99
Bra

And then of course
meet me at the spot

05/11/2007

Author's Note: If you hold a little girls head underwater, she's probably going to die.

Posted on 05/11/2007
Copyright © 2025 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Therese Elaine on 06/10/10 at 02:42 AM

You should have sent a copy of the eulogy about the time you first buried the bitch...

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