People on earth

by Joni-Beth   Nov 21, 2004


There is nothing I hate more
Then a living human bean
People make me hurt
People make me scream
People don't understand
Even if they try
People like to make
Other people cry
People are nothing but
Lying back stabbing pricks
What’s the point of friends?
When no one gives a sh*t
People are like demons
That has always walked the earth
God is out creator
We were made of dirt
I hope you have learned your lesion, not even God we trust
For he is the start of
Murder, the pain, the lust

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  • 19 years ago

    by Terri Lynn

    I just edited ur poem Joni-Bon. I love it. Fix it on ur poems part. love you!

    There is nothing I hate more
    Then a living human being
    People make me hurt
    People make me scream
    People don't understand
    Even if they try
    People like to make
    Other people cry
    People are nothing but
    Lying back stabbing pricks
    What’s the point of friends?
    When no one gives a sh*t
    People are like demons
    That has always walked the earth
    God is out creator
    We were made of dirt
    I hope you have learned your lesson, not even God we trust
    For he is the start of
    Murder, the pain, the lust