Bats
If you ever see me,
Hit me.
I don't care what its with,
Just hit me.
Don't say sorry about it either.
Because chances are,
You really aren't.
If you want a real,
Friendship,
Then give me a bat.
Not a metal bat those don't hurt.
A wooden bat.
Preferably used.
But new is okay.
I just need a new bat.
Will I use you?
Not if you get me a bat.
In fact,
I'm gonna beat the shit outta this guy,
See,
He slammed my locker on my hand.
And I want to do it with a bat,
So if there is blood,
It can stay.
With your hands,
It washes off.
So please get me a bat,
And I'll be your friend.
Maybe even a best friend.
Depends on the bat.
Also bat can't be too big,
Not too small.
I need to easily be able to swing it.
Maybe one day I'll kill someone,
With the bat YOU got me.
You should feel proud.
I will not accept a bat that has,
Writing on it.
So, keep that in mind.
Also, I wanna announce,
If you give me a bat,
And do something I don't like to me,
Or one of my 'friends',
You are NOT getting that bat back.
If you break my heart,
I'd love for your face,
To be a pulp.
Its even better if it has nails,
Or barbed wire.
A tan, yellowish wooden bat.
Thanks!
-Kio & O.P.T
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