An original I put together. Bit rough. It's funny that you keep dissin' me, Come say it my face and then we'll see. I don't like fighting, it's not something I do a lot, But if we ever go toe-to-toe, I'll be sure to drop you on the spot. You're a fucking weak dog, everyone is well aware, You're such a bum, you probably wouldn't show up, you got no clothes to wear. Poverty, the story of your pathetic life, You may have a slice of bread and a bit of butter, but you can't afford the knife! You're a weak cunt, that's all you are, Everyone just laughs at you 'hardy ha ha'. You look scared, like you're jittering, Your mum got fined when giving birth to you, for littering. Bring your mates, one, two, three, even more, Death will still be knocking at your door.
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Studied three of Frost's poems in detail this year: After Apple Picking, The Wood Pile and Mending Wall. Didn't particularly enjoy any of them tbph. Prefer Wole Soyinka, especially Background and Friezes
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There once was these cunts here on Cricsim Whose knobs always copped a right twisting They had not a clue Should they continue They'd fucken near rub off their dick skins.
