I rhyme my words who cares they say

I feel worst then a pupet who's made fun of by those damn mupppets who think they are cool fuck them I am done with being nice I should think twice but fuck it  I had enough  they are full of it like fuck

I am sick not only from the mupppets and how they like tea with trumpets but how society is fucked

cracked from crack street peole know what they are sad its true but fuck it I am feeling tired and also very bule but fuck it its life tired why try to get made fun of and thrown down by everybody who is around they think life is fun and games but it is just a life of pain but GOd is Still grate. He saved us from many differnet forms of pain oh well time to go but if god was to read this i am sorry if i may haved sinned with all the bad words that are written in anger fustration and pain from inside me got to let it out throough my writng. Hey dear father I am truly sorry.