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Back by popular demand being a ***** persisted. I'm sick of yuppies in BMWs that glitter the highway like cheap tinsel and ruin my view of sunset on Sunset Blvd. On top of that, gift cards mixed up with chopped up plastic credit rattle at the insides of my plump little belly, and I don’t think its going anywhere. *Although, I'm getting nauseous, I wont ***** until the fat lady sings. And if that's not long enough for you then, I'll just see you in hell.*
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Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC
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Back by popular demand being a ***** persisted. I'm sick of yuppies in BMWs that glitter the highway like cheap tinsel and ruin my view of sunset on Sunset Blvd. On top of that, gift cards mixed up with chopped up plastic credit rattle at the insides of my plump little belly, and I don’t think its going anywhere. *Although, I'm getting nauseous, I wont ***** until the fat lady sings. And if that's not long enough for you then, I'll just see you in hell.*
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Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC
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