TIME IS NOW MY BACK'S AGAINST THE WALL, AIN'T GONNA COME RUNNING NEXT TIME YOU CALL,
Take your ego, eat your cake
We all sleep in the beds we make.
World's my oyster, sky's my limit
I have a plan and you aint in it.
You are just a blip, a glitch here on my screen,
a brevity as fleeting as any of my screams,
I forget the rules now, I never knew your games,
I'll go down in history and you'll go down in flames.
- Authors: Rick Savage, justwrite, Yorke
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: December 10th, 2015 15:30
- Limit: 8 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Disgust toward former boss.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 106
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