What was the point
In idolizing and utilizing my resources
Without truly taking or replacing
Anything within my being?
With what anomaly's prejudice
Did you plan to take me down?
It's like you're Little Mac
And I'm Glass Joe,
Throwing punches even though
They don't connect.
You overpower me in so many ways
But back away before credit is due.
I would call you humble,
But in the end I'm still a ****
A slit in a gown clean up to the hip...
And you're a dancer,
A ********* epiphany
Sweeping across the room.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
What was the point
In idolizing and utilizing my resources
Without truly taking or replacing
Anything within my being?
With what anomaly's prejudice
Did you plan to take me down?
It's like you're Little Mac
And I'm Glass Joe,
Throwing punches even though
They don't connect.
You overpower me in so many ways
But back away before credit is due.
I would call you humble,
But in the end I'm still a ****
A slit in a gown clean up to the hip...
And you're a dancer,
A ********* epiphany
Sweeping across the room.
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