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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.

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"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
WATCH OUT FOR MY TAIL! 
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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