Walmart seems empty tonight, & the lighting seems bright
-er than usual. Mothers tactics of a shopping defusal are right
on cue, once they see what I'm carrying, they scream n shout
possibly not knowing what mine & Britney's situation is about.
Along with bewilderment & doubt, gasps are emitted to hear
along the aisles of fear, I slowly walk to find my world, my dear..
that I have adored for months 'n' years. She still doesn't know
when she is showering at her home she really ain't alone.
As I observe & hope, that maybe if she saw me she'd welcome me
w/ open arms, not poison charms & tears on quarms for all to see.
A marriage she had w/ no equity, nothing made nor gained
except an ugly little child who wasn't even fit to be named.
Let alone tamed.. the little bitch didn't even respect her mother,
see everytime she visited her, my Britney always seemed to bother
that she asked for dollar & I don't like how my Brit' looks to self-inflict
pain. . . I'm sure I seen her staring at her wrists. . .
Without my Brit' I just couldn't exist, I hope she's workin tonight
So I can show her my present to tell her that its all alright.
Ignighted a spark that was so apparent to the masses of..
people who were shopping, seeing me then exiting the shop.
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"Hey there, could you tell me if Brit is working today?"
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The attendant at the butchers didn't think before he left
as anyone could have just entered the shop & comitted theft.
But I ain't that type of criminal, I despise subliminal messages..
so why do they leave me still wondering where Brit' is?
. . . OMG. . . there she is, she hasn't seen or heard any noise,
as she is still standing soft in that vulnerable, adorable poise.
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"B-B-B-B-Brit'!"
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Wow I have been w/ Brit' all this time yet I can't make speech.
So I lean over the counter.. extend my arm to reach,
tap her on the shoulder. .
as I told her
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"Hey there, how's your day been? I have a present for you.
One that you can have without standing in the cue"
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As I reach for my bloody bag Brit' doesn't seem too excited at all,
by the fact that I have travelled all this way to the mall..
to give her a treat. . she didn't have to ask, there was nuttin said
So imagine the look of surprise as I revealed her daughters head.
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"SURPRISE!!"
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Brit' screams & sobs with an open gob, she raises her fists & misses
Maybe if I would have come later she'd of greeted me w/ kisses?
I explain how she hated her & how I made blood in her beaver..
Sick I know for the content, I guess that why he hit me..
. . . .with her butchers cleaver.
. . Drip . .
. Drip .
Drip
Noone is here to save me, I thought I was helping my baby Brit'
But my obsession with a married woman. .
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*Slashes my throat*
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"Uhhhh"
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Nothin'..
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but a pile of shi..
R.I.P
Holly Bishop
John Dough?
