My gorgeous cow, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way your frightened and weak,
Invading my mind night and day through the night,
Always dreaming about the quiet sheikh.

Let me compare you to a contender?
You are more aloft, profound and intense.
Sad frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the incidental expense.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate yours ****** attitude, legs and eyes.
Thinking of for you is the baleful reprise.

Now I must away with a pensive heart,
Remember my rammed words whilst we’re apart

I, too, sing equality

I am the inferior ***
They say I can’t do it
When it comes to work
But I laugh.
And try harder
And grow strong.

Tomorrow
I’ll be at the table
With the men
Nobody’ll dare
Say to me.
“That’s a man’s job”
Then

Besides
They’ll see how powerful I am
And be ashamed

I, too, am equal

Sweet sweet Emily may
With that grey hair,
eyes full of thought so much anger
love is that what you want the most
Sweet sweet Emily may
Lust for the man that is driving you around
Lonely of being alone in the world
Rat poison is not going to help
Say you love him say you want to be with homer
But you unforcedly had to go and **** him
Sweet sweet messed up Emily

The shore pulls me into its beauty
Ocean for miles is all I see.
Feet first
Then waist
Neck deep in the salty water
It pulls me in its embrace
It holds me
It holds me so tight that I start to panic
Pushing and pulling the current goes.
Trying so hard to gasp for air. I’m drowning
In my own despair.
Knowing that this is it
The end for me
Everything goes black
When I feel as If I am done.
I felt secure.
I open my eyes, feeling the hot sand
Embracing me instead of the salty liquid that almost ended me.
Looking around, I see this warm yellowy figure
It looks at me with the desire to help me.
I finally get up, not looking back.
Until it completely disappears into the distance
Now left alone with my thoughts
I try to tell myself that I’m alright
I am alright