Silver's Alter

Poems of Love and Victory


Get Your Due

I hate you, but you love me.
Why won't you just let me be?

You suck, but you think you're really swell.
Piss off and go rot in hell.

This old man, he played dead.
Stuck a butcher knife in his head,

With a knick-knack, paddywhack, isn't he a stud?
Lying in a pool of blood.

Now we come back to you.
Time for you to get your due!

I will rip your head from your shoulders, I don't care,
And hold it triumphantly in the air.

Good-bye, boys and girls.



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