I like how you think you're all that, Hah although your chest is really flat Forgive me I'm rude you say? Sorry *** things don't always go your way
I like how you think your all that But really you're a little brat You're a class A attention ***** All you want is more more more
I like how you think you're all that Honey take off your hard hat You can call me a "A body shamer" If I were to date you I'd need a disclaimer
I like how you think you're all that Your *** really isn't that fat You fake cry to get attention But really it's just gives the whole room tension
You seriously think you're all that My job is done you sentimental rat I should not waste any more of my time I wasted enough trying to make this poem rhyme
I'd never heard a gunshot until I had. I had never been an orphan till I lost my dad. I am a broken lot. I find sadness when I'm alone. I am annoying. My mouth skips records-- I interrupt you when I talk. I talk a lot.
A friend called me annoying, obnoxious, loud, and overly dramatic. One of my best friends, how could he expect me to be anything less than me?
As you slowly run, Falling down a void, Of never ending cycle, Your persistence considered, Never disappoints restless, I debate wandering, To stop the dripping tap.
Currently a tap dripping in my house and thought I'd write about it. Ha.
It must have taken you a terribly long time To plot your mischievous plan that day. You waited for the perfect moment to commit the crime. And I daresay, Your well-executed scheme, taking place in trigonometry Brought me pain And sorrow. Your need for my pencil resembles idolatry. I may never love the same Or let another person "borrow"
