kalifornia graves


Drink 'Till I'M Yellow - Poem by kalifornia graves

I drink till my eyes turn yellow

I’m not mellow

I’m freddy

I’m your nightmare on elm street

I’ll put you in the seat

Of your electric chair

You say it aint fare?

Shut up and quit cryin

I’ll be laughin while you’re dyin

You’ll be fryin

And I’ll be sighin

Cause it’s over

Your miserable life

And I’ve got something to eat

The meat that was you

And it doesn’t taste like chicken



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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 12, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 12, 2011


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