Under My Muscles (Explicit Content)

Shut up! Shut the f*ck up!
You are getting so under my skin,
You're getting under my muscles!
IT FUCKING HURTS!
I'm bleeding everywhere,
Oh, please give me a fucking Band-Aid!
You know what? FORGET IT!
LET ME FUCKING DIE!

You're the most annoying shithead I've ever met,
And I wanna break your fucking skull,
I'll grab you by the throat, and bite your neck
And suck your blood like a fucking vampire!
Yet your blood tastes like fucking Meth!
Now I have rotten teeth from it!
My own blood is poisoned from harming you,
NOW I'LL MAKE YOU DIE TWICE!!

Shut up! Shut the f*ck up!
You are getting so under my skin,
You're getting under my muscles!
IT FUCKING HURTS!
I'm bleeding everywhere,
Oh, please give me a fucking Band-Aid!
You know what? FORGET IT!
LET ME FUCKING DIE!

You are so fucking disgusting at what you do,
What you say, what you think and what you are!
Your end is coming near, and I'm glad it's happening!
I'LL HAVE YOUR SOUL IN A CHOKE!
You breathe anything drugs and alcohol,
I breathe anything freedom, especially from you!
I'll make sure that your punishment is painful,
BECAUSE YOU DYING IS A MUST-HAVE FOR ME!

Shut up! Shut the f*ck up!
You are getting so under my skin,
You're getting under my muscles!
IT FUCKING HURTS!
I'm bleeding everywhere,
Oh, please give me a fucking Band-Aid!
You know what? FORGET IT!
LET ME FUCKING DIE!

FUCKING STUPID FUCKING STUPID
WAIT UNTIL I GRAB MY FUCKING GUN!
FUCKING SHIT FUCKING SHIT
WAIT UNTIL I MAKE YOU FUCKING PAY!!

Shut up! Shut the f*ck up!
You are getting so under my skin,
You're getting under my muscles!
IT FUCKING HURTS!
I'm bleeding everywhere,
Oh, please give me a fucking Band-Aid!
You know what? FORGET IT!
LET ME FUCKING DIE!
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Jesse Cochran

Inspired by the freestyle poetry of Walt Whitman and the musically driven attitude of metal musicians Slipknot and Mudvayne, Jesse Cochran is a new poet to join Poetry.net, and he writes poetry that is a little too honest. As a matter of fact, his style of poetry is supposed to be violent and full of language like a metal song's lyrics. But he does aim to write much happier poems once his more angry ones are out of his system. more…

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