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Mommy Hates Me.Her voice was radiant, she was daddys pride and joy,After she sang, with that beautiful, shining voice,Daddy met her backstage, a tear streaking his cheekFrom his babys voice, and set out to buy his baby a toy.Mommy was in the dressing room, playing with her boyfriend,And that child walked in, so quietly, asking but one question,Why are you kissing mommy, the way that daddy does?Her mother stuffed her in a closet, where she hoped her life would end.Hours later, her daddy came to find her, he came to get his baby,He found her in that closet, sleeping, nightmaring,He panicked, she was so cold, but she finally awoke,To the sound of his asking, Who did this to my baby?She spoke in but a whisper, though innocent and strong,Mommy said I was rude to her boyfriend, and daddy saw blood red.He ran through the theater, looking for that bitch,Leaving behind his baby, but she followed right along.She wandered to the stage,
Seven Little BirdsOne foggy morning, while I crawled out of bed,As I waited for the worlds demise,I saw something strange, paid it no mind, and decided to go back to bed.I heard a cawing, and I looked up again, hoping to silence those annoying cries.There were seven little birds out my window, robins, and a crow.I glared at them, wishing them to die,Those loud, stupid birds, sitting all in a row.Five of those birds cried out and fell from the sky.Two birds were left, the crow and one robin,Neither was silent, and I wanted to scream.I stood at my window, with my head throbbing,Glaring daggers at those birds, my temper starting to teem.I bashed at the window, begging them to be silent,Their screeching grew louder, and I wished my ears would bleed.I cursed them loudly, screaming back at them with all of my energy until I was spent,As I fell to the floor, they halted their crying, letting me go back to sleep.A few hours later, that same foggy morning, but a little less foggy,I woke fr