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Extrampolation
Chris B.
Burnice was a beautiful girl
Her shitty face makes (made) me hurl
I think she has a really nice butt
She’s kind of a slut
Her high heels broke because she is really heavy
If you ever need fried chicken she has plenty
She 9 and one half fingers and only one eye
I’m sure if you had intercourse with her you'd die
Of aids
She wears fishnets and snorts cocaine
Her abusive parents are probably to blame
Her hairs in dreads that are really gross it's a shame
It surely contributes to her street corner fame
She smells like straight dog poop and sleeps in the trash
People who smell her disappear in a flash
When I stroll through the ghetto I see her all the time
She is the inspiration for this poem with Rhyme
One time when I was strolling through the ghetto
She tried to mug me when I said hello
I stabbed her in the face and shot her with my Glock
She was still alive though, so I choked her with a dirty sock (or my dirty cock which ever is more appropriate)
I can't believe she tried to rob me, that stupid bitch
I was eventually going to give her a flower or maybe a shower
I stole all her clothes, and put her body in a landfill
I stabbed her again (in the stomach) just for the thrill
Now that I think of it I really miss Burnice
I wish I had her back she's probably burning in a furnace
Burnice was my sweet discreet lover
If I hadn't savagely murdered her I'd probably love her forever
Tramp
Chris B. has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Chris's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Chris's latest works: