I Dont Even Know What This Is Called, Just Read It Poem by Brandon Hoeg

I hate you all
when i dropp the ball
i guarantee that i see you all fall

I'll grab a machette when you arent even ready
hold the machette steady and turn your brains to spaghetti
leave your eyeballs hangin, take your body and drag it
to where it will get aten by the maggots

I'd eat you myself but i havent had dinner yet
i'd rather take pictures of your corpse and post them on the internet
yes ive always been sick in the head
on tuesdays i take teddy bears and we make love in my bed
but sometimes i take pencils instead
break out the leds, and stab my wrists til they turn all red
it gets boring when you live in a shed
grabbing bunnys by the head
and strangling them til they're dead

and then like always
i throw their corpse in a small place
walking down the hall ways, knowing im a basket case
find a crawl space where i can sit and touch myself all day

im standing in the darkness i cant leave this place
im insane throwing brains in an easy bake
food is done take out the plate, stuff my face
man insanity is something that wont escape, me
but lately, isnanity has been fun for me.
yes i know its a horrible state, being filled with so much hate
im gonna reject or neglect my fate
im gonna eat and finish whatever is placed on my plate

so in this small creepy shed is where the games are played
the evil will stay, but for now comes a nap
cant wait to wake up tomorrow is another exciting day
these days will never waste away