Despicable Me

I hate cats, I hate dogs
I try stepping on old bull frogs
I am rotten, can't you see
I refer to myself as despicable me

can't stand laughing, can't stand noise
hate little girls and hate little boys
crippled old woman drive me crazy
I call myself despicable me

if you're happy, it makes me mad
like making you cry, like makin you sad
yes people think that I'm honry
I'm proud of myself, despicable me

get on your roof, I'll steal your ladder
try losing weight, I'll say you look fatter
the only thing that makes me happy
is seeing the reflection of despicable me

hate the beach, hate the sand
try building a castle, I'll step on you hand
blast my music till half past 3
my neighbors cuss at despicable me

Gomer LePoet...

A sudden surge
A cascade
Of blurred emotions
Devouring my soul
Becoming too difficult to acquiesce
Suffering, and diminishing into
Buckets
of tears

Failing to dissemble,
or eclipse my mental state
Unable to hear the echo
in that cold, musky cave
Reality seems elusive
Hard to grasp
Just out of reach
All because you're drowning in
Buckets
of tears

I once knew a girl
she was happy and young
until ***** by a stranger's lust

I once thought of a girl
she was scared and frightened
tried to bury the remains of her past

I once thought I knew a girl
But she was damaged at full
never loved or could be loved

I once was that girl
But I hid behind a cover story of
"just a girl".