Selling Suicide
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I only have so many middle fingers
But somehow I’m the bad guy
Well, at least I’m not sending people to die
I’m not trying to kill you to get to Heaven
I only have so many curse words
But somehow I’m a scumbag
At least I don’t tell you what to eat
I appreciate what’s on my plate
I only have so much to give
But somehow I’m not a patriot
Well, at least I’m not on TV
Selling that a bad guy is out there
I only wish to live
But somehow I have to listen
To the suicide sale
50 percent off
Sign your name and off you go
To be a hero and be in a commercial
While no one helps repair anything
Only selling death and pointing fingers
I only have so many middle fingers
And they are not for rings
They are for your smelly stinky
Lying ass face for selling suicide
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By Bazooka Teaches
About the Creator
Bazooka Teaches
A regular Joe that is just surviving the struggle. Loves to write and is constantly fighting the forces of evil.
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