Come At Me Bro!


Go ahead I'm not scared of you!

Bring your ugly face back in my room

Night after night when I go to bed

You come in here and try to get in my head

I've drawn the line please come and cross it

I have a trap set for you when you come out the closet

I won't live in your tyranny any more

My mom wonders what I'm screaming for

But I've gathered my bravery and self esteem

And I'm gonna sever your head with my lego guillotine

All my army men are set up like a firing line

And I got swords and guns, count them (nine)

It won't count that they are made of plastic

When your stupid monster family is crying over your casket

I'm not the child for you to creep on

I sleep with army boots on

And I will put your ugly face on my wall like a trophy yo

One last thing to say, come at me bro

By LukeCoomer ©


  • Author: LukeCoomer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 18th, 2017 06:32
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 25
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  • Laura🌻

    This is a great read with an awesome illustration to accompany your poem! It reminded me of Maurice Sendak’s WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE! Max was so brave to control those “wild things”!

    • LukeCoomer

      I can see it, thanks

    • orchidee

      Aww, the monster is quite cute! (lol).

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