Best Poem of A.E.K.G Navrilith

Dear Father Christmas
Dear Father Christmas,

This year I would like:


A water pistol to shoot my baby brother,
Some toffee to cease his cry,
Fake money so I can trick my sister,
With heads on either side,
Three chocolate bars,
Two . . .
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Tears Of Frustration
Enraged,
The tears come streaming down,
From angered blurry eyes.
I choke and asphyxiate,
On my own burning word.
I feel them coming on,
Those acid raindropp spheres,
Try to a futile end,
To prevent,
Their brimming and over spilling.
They creep upon you in disguise,
Then they . . .
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