Sometimes... Sometimes I get a bit angry, But you couldn't tell. No you couldn't tell, Unless you looked real closely.
Sometimes I get a big angry. But it's all right, Yes it's all right, Because I keep it out of sight. Inside, Deep inside.
I breast-fed until I was 9. Which my ...QUACK... Doctor, says is fine. And he also thinks I'd deal with anger better If I wrote about myself in a poem or a letter.
My mother was a ...REAL FUCKING BITCH... caring lady. She taught me all I know. Although I was a little slow, She never gave up, She never let me ...SLAP... down. Although she spent a lot of time At the neighbours house when my dad was out of town.
I didn't walk till I was 7, Or talk till I was 10. But neither did Napoleon, According to my ...QUACK FUCKING... doctor. Who has certificates in frames To substantiate his ...DODGY FUCKING... claims.
My father left my mother, For the love of a ...POONTANG... nother. And I have a ...BASTARD... brother Who I've never really known. Because m'dad moved out to Sydney, and he doesn't have a BULLSHIT YOU FAT CUNT... telephone.
In primary school I had trouble making ...ASHTRAYS... friends. An issue which has become somewhat of a trend. The origin of which I cannot pretend Has not perplexed me. Although my ...QUACK, FUCKING... doctor says it's cool And that loads of ...FAT FREAKS... FUCK YOU!... kids at school Have problems with communication. And that a course of medication Would be wise, And combined with more honest self-expression, Could help me with my issues with emotional repression. And at 90 bucks a session, I think I'll take the ...THIEVING, QUACK, BASTARD... lovely chaps advice.
So I quite like ...PORN... Photography. And books on ...GUNS... History. And I'd like to be a ...POLITICIAN... vet. And I feel as I get older, I'm more in control of my violent tendencies And when I die ...KILL... die I'll have no regrets
And I feel that all this writing is really ...POOFY... exciting, And my ...QUACK, FUCKING... Doctor would be proud. Because I feel a lot less angry, And I'm saying stuff out loud, And I'm letting anger out.
Like today in our last session; When I taught the ...QUACK... cunt a lesson. 'Cause he said I'm not progressing, Said I wasn't moving forward. So I said, "well let's see how you move without your fucking legs."
And I tied him to his chair, And I pulled out my machete. And I listened to him beg, And then I cut his fucking feet off. And while he lay there bleeding, I used his feet... To kick him in the head.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
