imbecile, corrupted minds
who would have thought
my poems are filled with rage
others might thought I had a mood swing
no, actually.

I just love to roast the people I hate.
because when I directly tell them what I feel
they might not take it
feeble minded, I was flabbergasted
what an obnoxious foul smell mouth
Intoxicated mind from overthinking over nonsense things
perhaps not.

we transferred houses, I was a missing in action, for the eyesore sight of my enemies
but you, oh honey, is a no permanent address
plastic people, ready to be burned
their bodies walk forward, but their mindset thinks backwards
their souls moonwalk, now you only realize our worth
when we are gone, not out of sight, not out of touch anymore.

because you are like a tin can, empty
like your mind, brain dead
never fool, never idolize
your money may be much, but your time is running out.
not because you are rich, does not mean you can buy manners everywhere
sweetie, manners cannot be bought like expensive things
learn to know the difference.