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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