closed stair gate
Cookie runs back up
I take a tumble
© Rachel Green November 2025
Thy Glass House lies Vacant
Thou who in thy mother's basement lives
typing threats of death with every wakeful thought
how wouldst thou feel if all the fucks I gives
amounted to the total sum of nought?
With all thy mates around you at the match
thou cans't be seen a gobby shite by all
but alone, when thou hast none to whom attach
keepeth thy counsel to thy self and wall.
Thy threats to end the lives of all the folks
who sowest seeds of doubt in thy ideals
can ne'er be easily passed off as jokes
when thou art called to justify thy feels.
Though who taketh pride in dissing queers
should be aware I fucked three of thy peers.
© Rachel Green November 2025
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