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she has nothing left to loose

chase away what she does with booze

crying is done, laughter for none

leaving the motel at 3:30 in the morning

shes a whore

nothing more...i have decided to kill her

i watch her stumble down the lonley streets...

but for the end which she will meet

she'll wish she was never born

walking from behind...never wasting time, i watch

i follow and wait for us to be alone

shes turning a corner, into an alley,

i follow the whore, and grab her violently

throw my hand over her mouth

i grab my knife

to end her pain, filth and strife

one quick slit, and she tries to breathe...

then she falls into a heap

ill leave this mess for someone else to pick up.....

but first....FUN TIME!

i quickly shove her corpse into a corner behind a dumpster, so i wont be seen

i pull out my tiny handsaw

to cut her head off clean

mutilation and degregation

this is what you earned

you will be a symbol, and lesson

all other whores must learn

im gunna get each and every one of you.

she was just like 'jesus', she walked across a lake.she fogrot almost everything, and which pills she needs to take. contimplation of exploitation, sell her soul for cash...she never thought she'd see the end, an end that turned to ash.a false freedom...somthing to believe in, she's falling into black.she's failed you as a person, and now theres no going back.she see's the reaper, he calls for thee...sees him coming closer, perhaps he comes for me.asking too many questions, only made her more confused...shes stumbling shes tumbling but doesnt want to loose.

i once ran into a lepruchan,

he was an odd sort of bloke...

i saw he had a 5 foot bong,

so i asked if i could smoke

he patted a spot next to him

to offer me a seat,

he took a hit off the 5 foot bong

then offered it to me

he lighted that bong up for me

(a sight thats rather sparse)

i inhaled, fell and coughed

and landed on me arse....

to him i said, "whats this kind called?

its somthing good, it must!"

but he just winked at me and said,

"only a little extra pixie dust!"

then we sat and chatted, about this so called pot of gold...

he said to me, "you see my friend, that cliche just got old!so i decided to adopt this bong...

from a pack of woodland gnomes."

i said to him, "o really?i find it rather strange, ive seen you both in fairy tales...but never on the same page."

he replied, "it's true and you've confessed!theres alot humans just dont know...

for instance, see this weed right here, this is what fairies sew."

i said "now that is just ridiculous!"

he said "my dear i swear it's true!!!!"

"you must be making this all up!"

"have i ever lied to you?"

so we sat there on the grass,

chatting like good old friends.

we sat and laughed and smoked that bong...

but this is where is ends.

because when that 5 foot bong was cashed,

that awesome little stoner lepruchan *poof*

disappeared in a bright green flash

- Melissa Pelcz