Ray Mesa

Rookie (5/17/89 / Grand Forks)

Twat - Poem by Ray Mesa

The weather gets worse, Miss mejestic sings mourning the curse
Of getting a jail cell when She deserved a chair
haunting songs of what they all did wrong, All those wasted songs
Sang dureing the working force as the hit me like a slave
And those fools, The one that were so brave
To run like monsters to the cage they already were in
He can't be She can't be real So deal in the cards and tell me this
Should I hang myself or slit my wrist
And in this moment of concern and bliss
This caged hour taunting me like a child outside a jungle gym
Thus with a Kiss, I die and I climb
the ladder and the steps to the heaven I once read about
Angels may sing but those monsters they shout
They push you down and they bolt and holler
Screaming at you with gold chains and millons of dollars
Shakeing there asses like they have right
Windows open on the same way on this part of town
And you can see the same moon and night
But the horror is the chill you recieve when you reach the golden light
And your cage opens like poor teenage girls and old wooden doors
She's only in treatment becuase she is a whore
And It hasn't done anything, She already fucked three guys
And she wants more, She wants more
Her key is found in a man's pants
Well my key is lodged miles inside her
Ranting about the man without hands
well I got used to this place so long ago
So I feel nothing more then my own concern and empathy
So So Far away from what I used to be
As you shake the hand of a man, I know not the taste of being free
This degree of Whore, Your're awarded with a golden rim
Flowers, Sparkles and confetti
And if a man ever pushed out a ring
You wound't be ready
You'd hide again in your cage
Fake your rage, Fake your age and hide again
But I tell the truth
none of the 'truth' that comes out of you
I say my rage, My age and I settle for pain
While losers like you hide under your preceise rain
As children and foes cry for your pain, Do you not feel shame?
Being that the every pain in the world is looking at you to blame
It's your fault, Just deal with the bullet wound and scroll
Telling your ugly fat ass to go on home
banishing you to die fat and alone
Moan Oh Try to moan out pain and angst
As the mattress hits a note and clangs
Like a boy with a drum
Marching around juliet's beir and going on home
marching to the drum of a thosand date rapeist
Being so damn able and be so damn capable
Of killing the world and takeing the gold
Resting at the cornor of bread mold
Like sexaul predators clenching fist to there victims
Slap him, Push him, Hit him, Do something
But It seems women, Just rather have sex then feel pain
No rape victims ever again, They don't care anymore
Every mother fucking female has become nothing more then a
Your nothing more then a worthless, Worthless Worthless
Damn your eyes and your every view
Damn your twat and your thoughts
Damn your lips and Damn your kiss
Damn everything you used to torment me
Damn everything about you
Damn the cage you put me in
Damn you


Comments about Twat by Ray Mesa

  • (5/23/2006 7:00:00 PM)


    You could do with putting the spell checker through this Ray, but it is good in a continuous train of thought type of way. Sound like a woman hating raging cage of your own making to me though. And I am sure, if you look in the right places there are nice women like me out there somewhere! lol Sleep tight, Tai (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 23, 2006



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