Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Pathetic

By
More by this author
Now you've done it.
You've sung it, you've hummed it.

Your song of treason
Flows with out reason.

Polluting the homes of many,
Any will do.

You are a home-wrecker,
that is your occupation.

Destroying a nation with hatred.
Leaving behind a trail of broken picture frames.

You are a derailed train
Spouting vein and lies.

Deny with cries your web of lies,
When their love dies next to whom will you lay?

I have nothing left to say.
You are as innocent as Katrina, category five home-wrecker.





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback