The Guilty Ones - Poem by Christina Sunrise
People who are guilty do this game,
they go around and slander your name.
Like Skunky, Cockroach and the other nuts,
they have no life, no balls and no guts.
Deep down there delusional and sick,
they don’t know that they are
so they make people think,
that it’s you who is crazy
when they are such a waste of time,
Go mind your own business
and stay out of my life.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.17,2011
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