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Wyatt's poem from the 7th grade.Category: Life
Saturday, 13 July 2013
11:49:27 AM (GMT)
This is a poem that my best friend Wyatt wrote in 7th grade. I found it reading his
diary from that year.


"Hello kids! Are you ready biznitch!
We're gonna drop the beat! RIGHT NOW! SCREAM. Bang bang fade.
You all have to stop and stare.
As if I have fucking time to care.
You're only in it for the fame.
Take these 15 minutes and walk away.
I don't give a flying fuck.
9 inch heels and studded glamour
Put on a show like 3 guys 1 hammer
Party it up like fucking hell
I guarantee you'll ring my bell.

Bitch I don't give a flying fuck
I'm a fucking unicorn
I'll ride you tonight
I don't give a flying fuck
My "massaquiste" games are fun to play.

This Poem Has Been Brought To You By The Following: 
Jealousy, Rave, Superior, Dance, Colourful, Outfit, Universal, Subjects for Songs"

I lost my shit at "I'm a fucking unicorn" XD XD XD 
Last edited: 13 July 2013

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