never written about a man because i'm yet to understand one,
all the ones i've trusted made me wish i had a handgun,
i'll expose their brains like they've exposed my soul,
i'll leave their bodies full of holes,
i'll slash below both knee caps & tell 'em to run,
'cause seein' 'em suffer is my kind of fun,
once i catch up to 'em - like five seconds later,
i'll look in my bag for my rusty blunt razor,
then it's time for him to show me what he's got,
or tomorrow this man will need a tetanus shot,
who am i kidding? for him - tomorrow won't arrive,
i'll dump the cadaver in the river & off i'll drive,
just a regular girl with no bad intent,
back to my family as if all's content,
the only evidence lives in my mind,
they'll never catch me...
...it's the perfect crime...
What a pleasantly uncowardly wicked young woman..if only it had of listened to you..o well..i think they look there to though..iip
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hehe, I'm glad I'm not on the receiving side of this. This poem has a good beat to it and I actually enjoyed it. Kind of feels like a rock song.