Type it out you *******, this could be The last one For a little while.
I made a promise with myself Or whoever that shady character is, Outside On the deck with me The one who Makes fun of me Delete words as I puke this Poem? Out.
Its best that me and this keyboard become friends My anger towards, understand and accepting What is proper type, Or am I the proper type Of guy who wants Vegas And EDM And MDMA in My life
So writing Or typing Whatever Which one Of me
Wants to deem it for only when I dream It, cheap rhyme, I want my style to be my own And I want my intoxicated Meaningful Ramblings to be a Part of it A part of the Bigger picture.
I will only type **** like this when i am not sober.
Sober sure is funny And not just a funny word Smiley face emoticon
Emoticon is not a typo ....
Dear lord, oh god oh mighty, Blasphemy that I would Even start Talkin' about galaxies and universes outside of this one
Puke some more As I delete and pull Words From One Line To the Next Without Giving a **** That my Microsoft word Capitalizes Every text
My little brother text (texted?) Me tonight and said "Get more ink For the typewriter" .
Aside for my desire to ramble on about Getting more ink The 16 year ol’ champ Is right
My biggest dreams at this moment Are childlike
If that’s a good thing… Then my 6 year game plan From this day is in jeopardy.
Autocorrect me more Higher intelligence And answer me question’s The one’s that Christan’s Don’t need answerin’
Have you ever been introduced to a 16 year old ****? A 16 year ol’ ****?!
Honestly, I had my eyes locked On – one Tonight And I don’t know so much if I was looking But maybe I was recognizing Recognizing a certain Level of respect that I had For her That she didn’t have for herself
She ****** off my best friends brother to get her backpack back tonight In front of car headlights And I have always wanted to type Backpack back My entire life. Put your backpack on buddy, And walk away from this Poem?