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Written by Rachelle
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Saturday, 27 June 2009 |
I have a little voodoo doll
for when I'm feeling stressed.
She's sewn from rough brown cloth,
and she's very nicely dressed.
When the girls at school pick on me,
I'll quickly pull her out.
She's such a frightening sight to them,
they'll cry and often shout.
I have a pen and paper,
and a tack to peg to her cloth skin.
When my enemies decide to tease me,
their names I'll cruelly pin.
And when they least expect it,
I'll chant my little spell.
Then take out my sharpest needle,
to make the bitches feel like hell.
Sometimes I see the cursed again,
limping around the school,
the pain I know I caused them,
quite often makes me drool.
Me and my doll are sadists,
we get pleasure from the hurt.
It makes up for the names that I've been called,
and the times the mean girls fed me dirt.
I think I'll make another,
sew my doll a twin.
I'll use some thick black stitches,
to give the doll a grin.
And when the girls mess with me,
I'll put them in their place.
There's just something about this voodoo,
that puts a smile on my face.
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Last Updated ( Saturday, 27 June 2009 )
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