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What Ever Happened?Your classmate goes home and takes a drag,
your sister's popping pills.
That's not basil in your son's Ziplock bag.
Your daughter stays home, yet isn't ill.
Your child's grades are beginning to fail
while your niece snorts a line.
"Oh, it's a phase. She isn't frail."
Seriously? She's only nine.
Your son gets beat senseless every hour in the hall
while your daughter hides away her wrists.
Yet when she sits in her room and doesn't speak at all
is when you start getting pissed?
Your wife's a drunk and you don't really mind,
it won't effect your kid at all.
Then again, this Friday night
she took shots in your apartment complex's hall.
Your son's friends are in a gang
and your daughter got knocked up.
She's only 13 and you let her bang?
Let her stuff her bras for a C cup?
Your nephew comes over and shares his crack
with your pure little girl.
Yet you forgive her when she comes back
and does her little polka-dot dress twirl?
Your daughter comes home and begins to cry;
"Mommy, I've been raped
Dinner For TwoAh, it was great, a bloodshed for two.
Best restaurant and a perfectly timed redevous.
It was quater to one and they were all out to eat.
But from the menu, we requested their meat.
The waiter looked at us with a confused daze.
As we stared back with our bloodthirsty gaze.
We dove right in, no, literally.
Straight to his chest as we ripped the arteries.
Out came his heart in just a few beats.
At this would be great with some children's feet.
We walked to the screaming family of four.
Grabbing their daughter from running out the door.
The poor thing, she was only five.
And now she'd be eaten alive.
Snap, snap, there her ankles go!
Laughing hystarically as the blood would spew and flow.
Into our unhinged jaws and down our throat.
Her feet sailed down like a boat.
As the people tried and tried to fled.
Before coming to the door, they were dead.
We jumped on their backs, snapping their necks.
Should I tear this one apart? Ah, what the heck!
Chunk by chunk, her flesh came off.
As my partner
We're All DyingJust because you have it worse,
Does not mean I can't feel afraid.
Just because you have a curse,
Doesn't mean we're all in our own game.
You have your burden, I have mine,
Don't tell me not to fear.
Honestly, my courage is on the line.
My bravery is nowhere near.
I'm falling down onto the floor,
My knees have been gouged out.
So tell me, what are you waiting for?
You can't make time to help me now?
I can't pick myself up here.
There's nothing to hold onto.
So let me grab your hand, dear.
And let me be saved by you.
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