atthedayofwhales

Blast this blasphemous theme park of lies,
I twirl my drummer sticks,
and ogle your thighs,
today will never be the same,
after a visit to your theme park of lame,
it's like a feeling of a lion untamed,
spitting vitriolic acid,
through the guilt and the blame,
gnashing my ferocious fangs,
at the ones who left me behind,
as the joker sits in the corner,
soaked in red lights laughing,
the face of evil, and the lies,
that are believable,
to the feeble, impressionable minds,
that throttle my design,
a dangerous play, always going to pay,
it's the thrills that bring 'em in,
appease my deeds, pluck the sins,
from another, and you become my brother,
as we set out to destroy another,
and that sadistic joker in the corner laughing,
I can't stop 'em now,
I laugh from the opposite corner,
never meant to be,
they're yours now, adorn them

PaperHurricanesAndPlanes

It'd be better if it made sense. Some good lines though, the first one in particular. The rhyming needs improving...or removing.

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I said: I'm fucking the Prime Minister Of Spain.

atthedayofwhales

yeah, it's too bad you can't edit your titles;
I mean, next time I'll have to make the poem/song and then name it.
I was basically just free-writing.

PaperHurricanesAndPlanes

Can you check my "Science Is My God" out? That'd be super.

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I said: I'm fucking the Prime Minister Of Spain.