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U Dont Care
http://www.habnabit.org/underware.mp3
(a special exception to the immune poets list because this poem is just that exceptionally awful)
*~!U Dont Care!~*
i wanted 2 be free
And not feel teh pain enymor
its lyk castrashun to mi sole
but teh feelign is reel
So i baught new underware
i pot them on fur u 2 see
but u didnt luv them on me
u only thimk of URSELF as the hare die runs down ur wrist staning ur skin as blak
as ur fingernales
ur gaze was lyk ice, as cold as ever
and u only cared fer urself
theres a train rumming down the gashes of mi hart
teh gashes r teh traks u made
becuz u dont care
and the ice from ur stare cuts me hard
teh traine shatters my hart, brakes it into peices onto tEH floar
becuz I baught new underware and u just DONT CARE ENYMOR
its easy not to care
u dont and nether will i
u here me scream fur u to see mi new Spiderman underware, to notice me, to no
taht I am aliv
but all u see is ur black hare die running down ur wrist and u want me 2 see it 2
but i wont becuz i hav no underware
And better tings 2 do tahn b wit u
Read on Friday, May 18, 2007.
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