#perm - Hello Poetry

Your rhymes were a bin bag thrown in the trash, couldn't even write a sentence, dyslexia of meaning and ****** up sentences that weren't even spelt write. Couldn't even spin a line, as it was meant to be straight but your words were more wavy than a bad perm. There isn't room for a failed wanna be, alone in your room ************ hard, But your more empty than the raisin ***** your trying to spit out of... Non consequential wording that doesn't flow down stream, more like your floating bloated breath releasing putrid gas that stinks more than what they were belching out. I never insult the cadavers of dead lines, but your words were buried even before you opened that hurse of dead beats. a handful of rhymes that were more powerful than your buried career, sorry you were a foot in the grave even before you opened your mouth. Song I wrote after I used your girl.. I wasn't the one she wanted it was you, but I gave her what she wanted and that never included you.. Every thing you wanted I stole, and gave her fake wishes that were tarnished but she never looked beyond the moment seeing the stitching of us was more fake than the smiles I gave her. I knew she wanted to be with you, but I was the salesman of woman.. While you were the boy next door, I was the salesmen showing her fake dreams.. Don't worry you can have her after I've used her enough, I'll even trade her in for a good price.. Ye, she'll be broken.. But everything is always defective after I've rode it enough... Her crown maybe cracked, but she'll be yours even though she'll be thinking of me even though your in her, I'm the length she'll remember but she'll be your crack queen. Now this is enough of wording. and I'm moving on to the next one.

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Mar 27, 2020

Mar 27, 2020 at 7:43 PM UTC

poetic-t

You Never Worded Anything Right..

Your rhymes were a bin bag thrown in the trash, couldn't even write a sentence, dyslexia of meaning and ****** up sentences that weren't even spelt write. Couldn't even spin a line, as it was meant to be straight but your words were more wavy than a bad perm. There isn't room for a failed wanna be, alone in your room ************ hard, But your more empty than the raisin ***** your trying to spit out of... Non consequential wording that doesn't flow down stream, more like your floating bloated breath releasing putrid gas that stinks more than what they were belching out. I never insult the cadavers of dead lines, but your words were buried even before you opened that hurse of dead beats. a handful of rhymes that were more powerful than your buried career, sorry you were a foot in the grave even before you opened your mouth. Song I wrote after I used your girl.. I wasn't the one she wanted it was you, but I gave her what she wanted and that never included you.. Every thing you wanted I stole, and gave her fake wishes that were tarnished but she never looked beyond the moment seeing the stitching of us was more fake than the smiles I gave her. I knew she wanted to be with you, but I was the salesman of woman.. While you were the boy next door, I was the salesmen showing her fake dreams.. Don't worry you can have her after I've used her enough, I'll even trade her in for a good price.. Ye, she'll be broken.. But everything is always defective after I've rode it enough... Her crown maybe cracked, but she'll be yours even though she'll be thinking of me even though your in her, I'm the length she'll remember but she'll be your crack queen. Now this is enough of wording. and I'm moving on to the next one.

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Who convinced who That curls were “in” In the years before I knew to know better? The smell so strong Of chemical power Making my blonde straight strands Hold the curve of the curlers Using my pick I kept those locks Both frothy and fairly formed Though the pictures of me froze a smile Inside me the doubt ran deep

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Jun 5, 2019

Jun 5, 2019 at 12:48 AM UTC

jt-nelson

My Perm

Who convinced who That curls were “in” In the years before I knew to know better? The smell so strong Of chemical power Making my blonde straight strands Hold the curve of the curlers Using my pick I kept those locks Both frothy and fairly formed Though the pictures of me froze a smile Inside me the doubt ran deep

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Hi it's good to see you nice to meet you Had a rough ride so far too Let me at least make my bed first

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Apr 14, 2015

Apr 14, 2015 at 7:13 AM UTC

caligulas-exit

fleeting impressions

Hi it's good to see you nice to meet you Had a rough ride so far too Let me at least make my bed first

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