
Peter Piper Pickled Peppers never ate the peppers he pickled. Maybe because they made him suddenly want to eat his own flesh and blood.
Rated: Fiction M - English - Poetry - Words: 157 - Published: 08-21-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3052145
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Peter Piper Pickled Peppers
Is a dead man like you and me
Stories that tell of fake things
Why tell me such lies when you can sing
About angels and demons
That one snuck in
And gave me a choice
Of letting the world burn
Or letting a child learn of its voice
I am dead because my stories are always false
They speak of blood that I have shed
In case you want to know about the kid
He was inside me
And I E V
D O
D U
E R
Him
As you see my thin mouth mark
As I suck you in
Peter Piper Pickled Peppers
Those peppers were red
Like the blood that's on your doorstep
And I can swear to the authorities that it wasn't me
But my insanity
Peter Piper Pickled Peppers
Peter Prickle Tickle Peppers
Peeper Reeker Pride of Zest
Go to Hell
Before I can begin my rest
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