Screams of silence fill the room,

I await my impending doom.


Checking my pepe gallery,

What is my salary?

For living in the same, wretched, world as this filthy garbage,

On the populi I will rain my carnage.


This existence is but a cheap whore,

It will bore and it will make sore.

I've got a date to keep, I have mothers to make weep, be more than a useless creep, like a frog I will leap into the abyssal deep.


Broken, bruised,

Beaten and abused, 

This mortal plane cannot contain me,

Only God can claim me.

  • Author: Pepelover69 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 29th, 2017 12:08
  • Comment from author about the poem: I'm a fucking loser
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 26


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