Tag: Poem

Entitled little brats

Entitled little brats, telling people they are offensive.

For having a picture, of someone from different races.

Entitled little brats, who say the are triggered.

Getting upset when someone with real mental health problems, tells them they are actually being offensive.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

Have you no manners?

No, of course you don’t, your an entitled little brat.

Everything is triggering they cry, as they censor you for your opinion.

Go fuck yourself you entitled little brats, swim in your tears and and get bitten by rats.

Stop using race to bait society fighting, stop getting offend when someone points the fact out.

Go cry me a river, and swim far far away. Go swim to a deserted island and be a sociopathic juvenile whiner there.

Fuck you, for your attention seeking, pretending to have a mental illness.

Writing on Tumblr that you have every kind known to man, with extra special Tumblrisms in store.

So you can getting the highest oppression score.

You want 1984, before you don’t want you feels to be hurt. God forbid that someone on twitter says something you don’t like, you’ll have jack straight away block the tweet from sight.

Grow up and be an adult, your in your twenties you should be standing on your own two feet.

And that is why you are me, a sociopathic juvenile whiner who will always be the mental age of three.

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Entitled little brats

Entitled little brats

Entitled little brats, telling people they are offensive.

For having a picture, of someone from different races.

Entitled little brats, who say the are triggered.

Getting upset when someone with real mental health problems, tells them they are actually being offensive.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

Have you no manners?

No, of course you don’t, your an entitled little brat.

Everything is triggering they cry, as they censor you for your opinion.

Go fuck yourself you entitled little brats, swim in your tears and and get bitten by rats.

Stop using race to bait society fighting, stop getting offend when someone points the fact out.

Go cry me a river, and swim far far away. Go swim to a deserted island and be a sociopathic juvenile whiner there.

Fuck you, for your attention seeking, pretending to have a mental illness.

Writing on Tumblr that you have every kind known to man, with extra special Tumblrisms in store.

So you can getting the highest oppression score.

You want 1984, before you don’t want you feels to be hurt. God forbid that someone on twitter says something you don’t like, you’ll have jack straight away block the tweet from sight.

Grow up and be an adult, your in your twenties you should be standing on your own two feet.

And that is why you are me, a sociopathic juvenile whiner who will always be the mental age of three.

Reality of today poem

Sitting in the corner, naked and alone.

Rocking back and forth like a rocking chair, under a blanket.

Hiding all the bruises physical and mental, eyes bright red from crying.

No heating is on, and light to see.

Brittle body from nothing to eat.

Money be the one thing she cannot get, the way to get she is told is by getting a job.

Nothing is out there to help her live, where are the jobs the government promised even insistent on having.

Trapped in a lonely situation, a situation that even she thought would be in the past.

Things are made worse by her vulnerable situation, she has an invisible disability.

One in the mind that the mister that lurks says he can cure with work, one that they don’t understand is preventing her from work.

The say she’s a scrounger, but what can she scrounge when she has nothing at all.

The only thing that is keeping her spirit, is the knowledge that she will die and be out of this.

She hasn’t got long, she can tell her body is failing.

One day she will fall asleep, and will not wake up.

Warmth rises in her chest at the thought, as she relaxes herself against the wall to sleep.

Her mind, the voices within, hoping and hoping this will be her last day.

A small smile begins to appear, as her eyes slowly close and she thinks of those near and dear…

Human Mannequins

Mannequins standing in a row, all pretty, and perfect, with no imperfections.

No illness, disability Orr mental inability they are the superior genetic beings.

Made in a lab by doctors and scientists, who dig through the genes of the billions of embryo’s.

Taking out the imperfections in the DNA, as to have the perfect child of all the land.

They implant it back in the mothers womb, the mother and father to whom many is no object to them.

Then nine months later a baby is born, blonde hair, pale skin, blue eyes, and nothing horrible in disguise.

One day our world will be full, of perfect examples of us breaking the rules.

Playing god to the world we don’t own, not allowing for natural evolution.

All this breeding in science, will do damage after a while.

Inbreeding your children like the are show horses, will set about new genetic problems.

Diseases and problem that were eradicated, diseases and problems of new epic proportions.

New ones that will sprout diseases, which will take centuries to cure.

The more you mess with nature, the more diseases you you end up creating.

camomile tea

There’s nothing quite a camomile tea, three spoonfuls of sugar and plenty of milk.

The smell is so calming and so fresh to the nose, the taste is refreshing yet calming as well.

I would like to thank the person who recommending the tea, after having a panic attack and sensory overload that caused me faint.

I know try and carry the tea bags with me always, just in case I have one of those days.

For me to say thank doesn’t seem quite enough, but I don’t want to bug you or scare you off.

I know there has been messages sent to you, where someone has been pretending to be me to ask things.

I’m sorry about that the person was rude, they went through my computer to get hold of you.

I’ve been awful worried that you think it is me, especially since it is in my name you see.

Thank you so much for helping me, I hope next time we meet it will be without me fainting.