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Walking into a party filled with beautiful people who say the ugliest things. glancing around the commotion I start to become sea sick by looking at all the motions made by guys looking for a freaky chick the ugly ducklings with sweet personalities don't get the time of day wading through the egos I make my way over to the lonely....despondent.....dismayed like a bottom feeder I move in for my meal like a catfish at the bottom of a fish tank is how I feel. usually known as a sure thing the vulture in me becomes king circling around my dead prey swooping down to devour the corpse injured and still would just lay talking to her leaving a bitter taste in my mouth, even a bit sour one, two , three special iced teas this ugly duckling instantly becomes a swan whispering in her ear persuading her to come home with me laying in bed with her the bottom feeder in me slithers away as the night turns to dawn
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May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 7:13 AM UTC
Bottom Feeder
Walking into a party filled with beautiful people who say the ugliest things. glancing around the commotion I start to become sea sick by looking at all the motions made by guys looking for a freaky chick the ugly ducklings with sweet personalities don't get the time of day wading through the egos I make my way over to the lonely....despondent.....dismayed like a bottom feeder I move in for my meal like a catfish at the bottom of a fish tank is how I feel. usually known as a sure thing the vulture in me becomes king circling around my dead prey swooping down to devour the corpse injured and still would just lay talking to her leaving a bitter taste in my mouth, even a bit sour one, two , three special iced teas this ugly duckling instantly becomes a swan whispering in her ear persuading her to come home with me laying in bed with her the bottom feeder in me slithers away as the night turns to dawn
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May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 7:13 AM UTC
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