#shitlord
I dropped a bag of free muffins
on your shins and the cat
freaked out on top of you
ran off, and knocked over your water.
You're such a ******* stiff
you might as well have
rigor mortis.
Gorgeous though.
So I tried to be nice,
but I laughed too hard on the inside,
and I'm probably
never apologizing.
If you're looking for one,
**** off, buttercup.
I got fuel to burn
and I'm saving my remorse
for the people I've ****** over
worse
and you ain't topping that
totem pole.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 1:39 AM UTC
I write because I have
no talent. I wind up
cooking for reasons
all the same. Relegate
me to solemn, lonely
domestics. Is it worse
even still you call me
Sir? Or is it ****** up
that I care? Well,
how dare you,
Shitlord.
How dare
You.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 5:02 PM UTC
He says Gay in its colloquial
A language broke - n
By its or - igin creates
A world where only words describe
The gap between where lives lie
Why would I call you friend if it kills me?
-- too ******* scared of loneliness.
In return, my vocabulary
-- guess identity isn't too much to lose.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 3:26 AM UTC