Henry the Hippo, Part 11

January 9, 2012
By U2_Fanatic GOLD, Westbury, Other
U2_Fanatic GOLD, Westbury, Other
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Hideous Hippo, don't raise your voice at ME!
I'll burn your soul for eternity!!
Is that blood or sweat on your face?!
Your existence shall disappear, without a trace
Except for, maybe, a trail of blood
Or if it rains, and your grave turns to mud....

With your flesh and a knife, I'll go cut, cut, cut!
And throw your lifeless body into a rut
On the side of a seldom-traveled road,
No one will notice-- they'll mistake you for a toad.
HOLY [bleep], PUT YOUR SHIRT ON!!
Bono, chase It away with a love song!!

My eyes have witnessed indescribable horrors--
Why ask for HER books?! Yours are in the drawers!!
I'll make you wish you'd never been born
I NEED to hear your flesh being torn!
I'll hang you from the ceiling with an electrical cord
I could set you on fire, if I start to get bored....

Rip, slice, slash, kill!
It shall happen, if it is my will.


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Perdita BRONZE said...
on Jan. 15 2012 at 3:58 pm
Perdita BRONZE, Whitefish Bay, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
"What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have dine fir others and the world remains and is immortal."

~ Albert Pike

So...it's gotten THAT bad?!?! At least you take it out through your *brilliant* poetry, so that I get benefit from Henry the Hippos ... vileness....}:)


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