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Sheep in a Slaughter HouseThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Max Booth III | |
| Monday, 07 July 2008 | |
![]() SHEEP IN A SLAUGHTER HOUSE
Spray painted pictures on the walls, Blood streaks through the halls, Cocaine lines in the bathroom stalls, Bumper stickers reading ‘kiss my ass', Heroin needles hiding in the grass, Homeless folk begging for change to spare, I see an unlocked car, do I dare?
Sneak out at night, wearing black, See the local freaks, shooting smack, I set a house ablaze, Stoned and dazed, This life is one giant maze, I can't seem to see past this blood soaked haze,
I break into a house, Silent as a mouse, Take the jewelry and the TV, I'm high as **** on PCP, Can't you see, How this place is getting to me?
Everywhere you turn there's a gang, Each holding a glock 9 that goes bang, All have colors/black or blue or green or red, All want each other dead,
That girl at school, well she's a *****, These teachers just don't care anymore, Life's a bore, People love the violence, they want some more, The parents just sigh and close the door,
At your age of prime, You're dragged into a life of drugs and crime, The only chance to get away is to write a story or make a rhyme, And create a world that is everything sublime. Copyright 2008 Max Booth III |
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