Red car top down.
By: Hayden Mills.
I see these two dudes,
In a nice red car with the top down,
Two georgous girls in the back,
And I can't quite remember the other,
While in the back seat of my dads tuck,
My ****** expression changes,
And I think,
I am nothing,
They could never be me,
Its not even in my grasps,
So why dream...
No girl would like me
Look at my *** belly
Today somebody sqeezed my "man *****"
Somebody called me a ****** but its a "joke"
Don't eat that you'll feel worse
You're so full
You gained some weight dude jeez!
No breakfreast or lunch only dinner
Feel the acid in you're throat
You're a boy so of course no one will know,
Wear big shirts and baggy cloths
Don't go anywhere without a hoodie
No *** for you you're disgusting
F#ck a big heart, look at that belly,
Get out of the shower...
Money where you're mouth is.
Today on the telivison screen,
They where talking of the economy,
But the man who was talking,
About graphs and statistics,
Had the money in his pockets,
So what would he have known,
I wrote this poem while watching the news at a hotel a man was talking about the economy and school systems yet he was the one wearing a nice suit and tie
— The End —