they cover me up with filth and order me to lick over it i feel like screaming out loud that i am too sick of it.... they chain me and whip me like a wild beast i guess upon my disgusted tears do they feast... they fob me with my failures stab me with rude facts and figures... they make me walk on red hot coals make me climb cool ice poles i feel like calling them all ass*****... they hold me up wth my neck...threaten me to say something..they demand some reason but all they receive is silence uneven... afte the whole day is over and they know that they are a mneace they call out to each other "i guess she wont spit a thing...we're through" and finally i shout back with deep indignation..." the damn bloody reason for all this is that bloody bastard in you...."... u r probably gonna hate it for it is rude... very rude!!!
lolz wen i ws reading this one i felt like...it ws for ur parents....this is coz sometimes parents force us to do something v hate d most n yet we LOVE them the most!! but i cud be wrong too....btw it's nice
its not rude, its pleasently different. I like the style. Poetry like other atrts should not be confined to verses and paras.
^yes yes,,,,especially this 1.... good going....different...... @sukriti........ofcourse it aint for parents....the last line confirms tht.....lol
oh ur god!!! it was not 4 my parents gal!!!! i wont dare to call dem "bastards" even if dey kill me...!!!
thnk u sooo much dear....nd ya u r absolutely rite its not for my parents!!! d last line confirms it!!