This is unfinished, but I decided to upload it since so many people seem to be seeing this story. I'm looking for any suggestions on how to end this poem.
Yo Reapers!
I wanna have a word with you!
Or are you asleep or-
Are you just scared?
Because to me you cannot compare.
When you fucked with me,
Was your judgement impaired?
You're fucked you see?
Just give up,
And show me what color you bleed.
You call that an army?
It doesn't even alarm me.
Get the fuck out-
Out of my house.
You're just a bunch of lous-
-y looking mousies
You're a bunch of flying squids
A delicacy we ate as kids!
Again, please give me your suggestions. Have a nice day.