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The Original Half Ass King
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IP:
"Too Late"
Introduction
There once lived this boy, that was never popular or cool
Isolated from all of the other children at school
His family was less fortunate, for lunch he'd get a quarter
At noon he'd write poems, for his girlfriend in the corner
The two were insperable, from the present to the start
They were together forever, and could never tear apart
Conflicts
Some kids in his class, would often scream at him and shout
But he would pay no attention, because he blocked them all out
They'd say "look at that kid, hes such a loser, isn't he?"
It didnt bother him much, but after school it hurt physically
They got him onto the ground, with repeated kicks to the head
An they'd beat him unconscious, even after he had blead
One boy searched his pocket, and it hurt in the worst way
Cause he was saving his quarters, for hius girlfriends birthday
That night he got home, his parents asked "what did you do?"
He explained to them fully, but they said "go to your room!"
In there he sat and he wrote, for several hours he spent
He then approached his open window, and out it he went
Tragedy
Inside his girlfriends house, he told her stories of horror
Lit a candle and started reading, the poems he wrote for her
She soon fell asleep, he gently kissed her head - then he split
While she slept she knocked over, the burning candle he lit
The next morning he woke, before the schools bell made a sound
He went to pick up his girl, her house was burnt to the ground
Resolution
He opened his backpack, devistated - he pulled out a gun
She was the one he ever had, now he was mad and all done
His adrenaline was flowing, there was no way he could stop
He ran inside the school, and then he climbed up to the top
With the gun pressed to his throat, he could see way down below
All the people from school, that he would never get to know
With a tear beneith his eye, he then screamed up to the sky
"I hope all the rest of you mother fuckers go to Hell and die!"
With the finger on the trigger, he knew that this was fate
Police rushed to the roof, but they were already "Too Late."
Conclusion
I am the boy that robbed him, and picked on him in class
I constantly abused him, and after school I'd kick his ass
Now I get hurt throughout the day, I dont talk to anyone at all
At lunch I sit and write, with his same notebook in the hall
He now writes poems in heaven, for his girlfriend all day long
"His existance was never acknowledged, until he already was gone." |