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Cry for my thunder

December 1, 2009
By MadAsAHatter GOLD, Ames, Iowa
MadAsAHatter GOLD, Ames, Iowa
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That made up slur of R’s, A’s, and W’s was every angry, depressed, and impassioned phrase I’ve ever wanted to scream at you while grabbing you by the shoulders and just shaking you around,

It was filled with me clawing at my own face after every ludicrous, heart breaking word you’ve ever tossed off in my direction,
Drenched in old tears you used to make me cry that have long but dried up,
Smoked steadily over the fire I’ve lately wanted to start at your feet
So that you’d actually look up and see what’s going on in front of you,
Cause good lord!
You spit and whine at me if things have yet to reach your perfection
And all you give me to go off of
Is the big pile of passive aggressive bulls*** you leave by my door,
So fine,
Be afraid,
Let me scare you with my gibberish,
It’s practically all I can say to you
If I don’t want either of us to cry,
And no,
Your little cartoon frownie face isn’t about to change anything,
We both know your tricks by now so don’t you dare think this rain storm is for you,
These clouds have always been here,
And even though the drops on your window pane keep you company
Don’t forget they’re on my roof too,
And all you really have to keep is this string of letters,
Because I cant do this,
Not any more,
RAWWWWRAAAAARARRRRRWARRR!!!!!!!!!!!


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