Let's Talk About Our Problems

Here's a piece of advice…don't talk to grandma about getting help.
According to my mother I’m just another mouth to feed,
And help is something I think I need,
So I talked to my grandma,
Because hatred between us is always far,
I tell her and as I do I feel teary,
And to me she says "That’s nice deary"
I get so much help I’ll be happy for the rest of my life,
I’m so happy that here’s my wrist and here’s a knife,
And the red liquid of happy starts to pour out,
I’m happy even with out a doubt,
I’m feel so happy that even if she died I’d be happy,
I’ll bash myself until I have happy nappy,
I’ve got a fun Idea I’ll run a mile,
So I won’t be back for awhile,
Thank you grandma for such a happy day,
And for this you must pay.
   By Nikki Wheidt
Published: 4/14/2007
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