What the realtor doesnt tell you [ could be your house]

by she   Aug 12, 2008


What the realtor doesn't tell you

Here is the master bedroom where the husband held a knife to his wives tender throat, lined with fresh painting just for you

Now follow me to the living room, where the oldest son was beaten while his little sister watched frozen in fear

Now if you look over here
Theres the kitchen where the mother made her daughter suffer for being too fat

Next is the play room, if you listen closely you can hear the cries still ringing inside, for this is where, a little girl was molested then locked in the room with no food for days, perfect for your little children to play

and last is the couch where the father choked the mother so hard she could barely whisper the word ouch

now are you young fellows ready to buy this lovely house?

[funny the realtor left this part out when trying to sell our home]

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  • 16 years ago

    by neo

    This is an awesome poem

  • 16 years ago

    by StandStill

    "If only these walls could talk"
    *hugs you tight*