Post by EJP on Apr 21, 2009 12:00:20 GMT -5
This is a poem I wrote about my sister being a Ho Bag. I wrote this poem because my Slutty Self Centered Bitchlet Princess of a sister keeps having sex at night while I'm trying to sleep in the room next door. The wall we share is not sound proof and because I have crappy eye sight and it being night an all, I hear everything she does in her room. Seeing how I can't have her kicked out of the house, because she's horriable with money, there is nothing I can do short of killing every male she brings home. Which is something I'm not going to do because my backyard is already full of dead bodies. JOKING! I'm not a killer... or am I?
Anyway, enjoy the poem.
My Sister is a ho bag
I know it must be really sad.
But I don’t care, much
To have a sister that is a ho bag.
Every night right before a test
I will hear a sound that I detest.
There will be moans and bouncing on a bed
At this point, I wish she was dead.
What would you do if you couldn’t sleep?
Hearing your sister being done by some freak
Evil thoughts come to my brain
I know this is a sign that I’m going insane.
What is worse while this act goes on
My sister tries to hide it by playing a song
The song is crappy and not at all romantic
I think about reaching for a fully automatic.
I always confront her and tell her that I can hear the sounds she makes
She doesn’t care like Californians and earthquakes
The sounds I hear are because of a shared wall
This wall is not sound proof, not at all
But what is worse and what truly pisses me off
Is what happens after her boyfriend gets off.
He doesn’t wash his hands and quickly gets out the door
Quickly leaving as if he just slaughtered a whore
My sister thinks I’m stupid and I don’t what’s going on.
She tries to pretend it was just harmless fun.
But to her dismay I’m no fool.
And quickly tell her your boyfriends are tools.
My sister is a ho bag and that’s fine with me
As long as I’m not kept from my sleep.
Anyway, enjoy the poem.
My Sister is a ho bag
I know it must be really sad.
But I don’t care, much
To have a sister that is a ho bag.
Every night right before a test
I will hear a sound that I detest.
There will be moans and bouncing on a bed
At this point, I wish she was dead.
What would you do if you couldn’t sleep?
Hearing your sister being done by some freak
Evil thoughts come to my brain
I know this is a sign that I’m going insane.
What is worse while this act goes on
My sister tries to hide it by playing a song
The song is crappy and not at all romantic
I think about reaching for a fully automatic.
I always confront her and tell her that I can hear the sounds she makes
She doesn’t care like Californians and earthquakes
The sounds I hear are because of a shared wall
This wall is not sound proof, not at all
But what is worse and what truly pisses me off
Is what happens after her boyfriend gets off.
He doesn’t wash his hands and quickly gets out the door
Quickly leaving as if he just slaughtered a whore
My sister thinks I’m stupid and I don’t what’s going on.
She tries to pretend it was just harmless fun.
But to her dismay I’m no fool.
And quickly tell her your boyfriends are tools.
My sister is a ho bag and that’s fine with me
As long as I’m not kept from my sleep.