Articulation,manipulation
Of the truth
Bolstering an image of falsehoods
Drink up, your entertainments free
Your tabs on me


Ms. Holmes
You started with the best intentions
Now your facing a term
A period in your life
That you’d rather spin in your truth
But the truth
Is much harder to swallow

Theranos was a scam
To everyone but you
Blinded by the ambition you possessed

Lesson learned
Lesson heard
After so much stubborn behavior
She complemented you on your performance
This is what happens
When you aren’t selfish

A hit below the belt
just so it’s felt
You’re a cynical *******
I’ll fight back with my words instead
Get this message
I won’t back down
I’ll flaunt victory
And buy you a round after the fact
We’ll get to fighting
It’ll be over fast
Let’s go have another, eh

There was a snake
That lived in a cake
And he whispered sweat lies
He came last week
To sue for peace
With a pair of bankrupt eyes

There’s a woman
Who lives in a thimble
She wanted to be a *** symbol
She was attractive there’s no doubt
But her actions were saved when the internet  went out

Their was a cactus
Short and stout
He was thirsty
“ Water” he’d shout
puridy me and make me whole
Holes in my border I’ll make swole
My country needs so I’ll chrun out shots
Of myself in the form of acid rain

If you wrote to a goddess
What would you say
Would you present her with thanks
And walk away?

If you wrote to a goddess
What would you do
To justify your apreciation
Austere and true
Without coming across as juvenile, unfettered, or lewd

If you wrote to a goddess
How would you start
Bearing in mind
She may not be a lover
With the same heart

If you wrote to a goddess
Who would cry first
Would it be tears of joy or regret
Would your writers voice come naturally
Or is the pens cadence over rehearsed

Sometimes I write without reason
the meaning comes later
Natural spewing of syllables
Usually appear organized
We they don’t
I take minutes to jot down
My thoughts

(what makes this great)
I’m very productive and
(It’s always good)
To write more
(I’m inspired constantly)
You should be to

Phrases, words, and metaphors
Overthinking nevermore
Evermore pages should get filled
It’s easy
Writers block doesn’t exist
Unless you force it

You need something to write about
I know the struggle
But the words are on the tip
Just hum a melody
And let the pen be your lip.

You wonder why she’s leaving
She said the *** was good
She looks unhappy
You didn’t listen before

I’m certain she’s sick
Of this
But not you

Done being coy
If she were a boy
She’d ******* over
It’s all the same
Nothings changed

History lives in vain
You weren’t chivalrous
****** healing, you must be delerous
She ain’t self righteous

If she ain’t *******
She should leave
This is a more emotional commitment  for her
you didn’t deliver her good
And you think you did well.