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Snakano Feb 2013
Although your friendly demeanor
Helps mask your vexatious vibe,
What's hidden under your trench coat
I can effortlessly describe.

Your ignorance is beautiful
Complimenting your facetiousness,
Which gets people to laugh,
Following you like a princess.

The amiable attitude masks
An ugly judgmental jowl
Which tends to spark
A camouflaged scowl

Your playful features are
No more than soft and cushy wool.
The transparent grin you flaunt about
Is just a bunch of bull.

Now grapple my ideas
Don't throw them out if sight.
Just listen when I say
"You're stupid and I'm right"
Snakano Feb 2013
Hello? I am running out of
Snakano Feb 2013
The monotonous ticking and somber creaks send chills through my skin, making my hair stand as if it was shocked awake. Each step I take, the bare skin touches the cold hard wood, freezing me. A stale taste floats onto my tongue turning it to stone but quickly warms up when a familiar scent surrounds me. The ground turns soft, my toes familiarizing themselves with the cushioned carpet. I reach out in front of me but am lost in a space of emptiness. A wall guides my hope to the side and my fingers fiddle and search for the hidden switch. Heart thumping, my index finger lightly pushes up on the friendly switch, but with a swift movement, I remain lost in darkness.
Snakano Feb 2013
Telling the truth is so overrated.
Snakano Feb 2013
So today I don't like you.
It's not because of your plastic smile
Which seems to shine everytime I look at you.
It isn't your glass window pane you constantly
Build between my friends and I.
It isn't the piercing arrows of which you
Rudely throw at me, then tell me I'm mean.
Oh, no, it can't be.
And it most certainly isn't that little bubble you surround yourself with,
Clouded with ignorance, flaunting your Siren song so that you can engulf more people, welcoming them into your clear ball, yet not realizing that your own stubbornness is blinding you from friends you could have and words you can't hear.
I'm not quite sure why,  but today I don't like you,
Perhaps tomorrow I will.
Or not.
Snakano Jan 2013
So I have this dog.

He sniffs, poops, pees, sleeps,

just like any other dog. However,

he is not like any other dog.

He politely asks for food by gazing at us

with his dark brown eyes,

always hoping for the chance we'll drop something.

He asks nicely for walks and takes great pleasure

in a walk that only lasts five minutes.

He eats his breakfast and dinner in

29 seconds flat.

He rings the bells when he wants to go outside.

When you hold up a cookie,

he goes through all 19 tricks

so you don't have to wait.

He looks up toward the counter, sniffing for any

five-pound frozen hamburger that was carelessly placed near the edge.

He'll wink at you,

if you stare long enough.

He always waits by the door,

staring outside hoping you will show up,

and when you do, you open the door,

his ears drop, his tail wags, and his eye grow.

So I have this dog; however

he is not like any other dog, but luckily,

he is my dog.
Snakano Jan 2013
We may not have that good of a pitcher...

Don't worry we aren't supposed to win.

I'm embarrassed to be your coach.

There's nothing good to say.

We're just not doing good.

They're more aggressive.

You're just not as good.

There's no heart.

Another loss.
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