CAMELOT FANTASIES
CAMELOT FANTASIES => Camelot Poetry Palace => Topic started by: Lover of Word, Lover of Rhyme on March 30, 2016, 10:24:29 am
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Isn't it interesting how cathartic it feels
At times to simply say
****
****
****
There is no other word that can express
The crap and need to spew to a bully
Graphic perhaps
Understood completely
I am so against bullying
Of all kinds
Love and light
Divine
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Hi! You're welcome. I like poetry too. I like poetry because I love the elegance of rhyme. I understand how you're feeling. I've been through it too. I normally express my emotions through song. I've written my own songs as well as just sung others. I hope you get your problem solved soon.
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Hi everyone and thank you for welcoming me to Camelot.
I really do like writing poetry, and one of the reasons is because I find it therapeutic. For the last year there has been a boy who has bullied me as I come home from school and it really annoys me. I have told my dad about it and he suggested that I wrote my feelings down in rhyme. So here it is- I must warn you that it is written in a 'gangster's rap' style and the lyrics are quite hard hitting.
I do not want to offend anyone who reads this (apart from the bully), but please understand words from the heart are not always tempered by thoughts from the head.
I did initially have the name of the bully in it, but I showed it to my dad and he said it was best to leave his actual name out of it because it could be libelous and 'this way the poem is more universal'
Ok, here it is:
Motherfucker
Motherfucker this
And motherfucker that
What the **** you saying
You motherfucking twat?
Making fun of me
Saying that I'm gay
When you been **** your mother,
Every single day
Yeah you give to ya mother
Yeah you **** stuck her
Now everybody knows
You're a real motherfucker
Calling me a homo
That's what you say
But you been **** your mother
While outside kiddies play
Yeah, a motherfucker
We all know it's true
**** your own mother
It's what you like to do
You **** your own mother
And she don't put up a fight,
There's even a poem about it,
On the Camelot website
Shouting stuff at me,
Saying that I'm queer,
When you **** your mother,
Every time she's near.
There's nothing wrong with being gay,
Or being a willy sucker,
But there is a lot suspect,
With being a motherfucker.
**** your own mother,
She's trapped, like a mouse,
I wonder what Christmas is like,
Round a motherfucker's house?
**** mother under the tree,
In amongst the gifts,
While some old film is on the telly,
And grandma is getting pissed.
You're such a motherfucker,
You've probably **** granny too,
And your father stands and watches,
Before he goes and **** you.
So, motherfucker this
And motherfucker that
**** call me a gay lord now,
YOU MOTHERFUCKING TWAT.