She may be bitchy.
And she may check my fingers-
Slam her hard metal pole down on them-
Each time we practice lacrosse.
And she may roll her eyes
But I don't hate her.
I feel sorry for her.
Because I think I'm the only one
Who pays attention
Through the laughter and fun
He touches her.
And she makes a joke out of it
So her minions snap out of their dazed state and
Chuckle a little bit.
But his crawling fingers are greedy
And her words are scarce.
All of the brain-dead minions
Laugh when she jokingly screams,
It's high time some people realise
That putting others down
Doesn't elevate you in any way,
shape or form
So before you take issue with me
How about you take issue
with your own insecurity?
Cause it's not a justification
for being bitchy
Why are librarians always mean?
They act like they are the queen
of the library scene
They are in charge, that is true
they make that clear when shushing you
if only they actually knew
people only go to the library to pass through
they bitch and fuss all day
and treat children like their prey
they all turn into a cliche
if only there was another way
they are lonely crotchety old ladies
who took their dreams and turned them into maybes
some of them had wished to write
or edit famous books into the night
but alas here they are in old schools
screamin' and yellin' all day about the rules
I think that's probably why
they take pleasure in making children cry
Forever they'll sit at their desk
growing in old age grotesque
when you see a librarian make sure to scurry
unless you want to feel her wrath and fury
Let's face it,
Don't call this racist,
Cause that's not the case, Bitch.
There's a cultural Basis.
'Basic White Bitches'
Of any Race
you can find
(which, by the way
Is every single race).
Everyone who's not a basic white bitch
can spot a basic white bitch,
Caucasian or not, it's
based on Identity
not Color or Shade.
You're not an Oasis
of cultural expectations,
and you have no idea
how your Entitlement
but it's okay,
Cuz you see, Babe,
The rest of us still need to
The Culture that made you.
And as bad as this may
Make you feel, I'll just say
there's a good chance that this
is the only form of 'Hate'
how you want to survive in a world like that
when you´re not even just slightly bad?
You think it´s easy?
You just dream
before you scream.
before you even try.
Do you remember what you promised?
I thought you were honest.
You accused me of shallowness
but you never thught about my emptiness.
Being bitchy isn´t easy
But it´s better than feeling crazy.
We've heard of a woman's grace,
And romantic fables of her charm.
But delve beneath the surface,
And stir waters outwardly calm.
A woman, if pleased is divine
And will do plenty to prove her grace.
when angry she'll turn serpentine
And descend like a meteor from space.
She’ll be sarcasm personified,
Every sentence riddled with a taunt.
You’ll be slandered and vilified,
And derided as shabby & gaunt.
When pleased she’ll be friendly and chatty
And lure you to reveal your fears.
But soon she’ll turn vile and catty,
And delight in your failures.
She won't leave a chance to ridicule
And bring up things you’d rather forget.
She will attack with every feminine tool,
And force you to mull and regret.
And when you've had enough of her satire
And try to give her a piece of your mind,
She will breathe out tons of fire,
And to crisp she'll burn your behind.
So don't prod a woman to show
Her bitchy and vindictive side
Be a gentleman if you don't want to know
That Far from being Jekyll, she's Mr. Hyde
i know i'm not smart
but for some reason i remember random details.
i have realized that everything in life has a cycle.
i recognize what phase i'm in and i hated it last time
and i hate it even more this time.
but i think i'm moving past it.
so say goodbye to that chick that cared for everyone but herself. and goodbye to the one that was ruined. her time might not be up but i'm kicking her out.
I need to see more, love more, hate more, be broken more, have my soul ripped out, and then ripped from wherever it was tossed to, I need to mourn, and become tired, I need to shine and outshine until the light is blinding, I need to explore and feel and think and breathe just a little deeper a little more effortlessly a little more passion driven and full blooded, I need to be more head strong and bitchy, I need to be old and young and all the in between, I need to live and die and be reborn, and read, read everything front to back and cover to cover, in every language. In every color, I need to listen and absorb, until life and death are all in one, until my ears bleed and my bones are brittle, until my cunt is worn and my heart torn and sewn so many times it’s a solid rock of scars, I need to be everything good bad beautiful devilish and pure…so I can be a better writer.
MUST HAVE A HEART
TO LOOK INTO
TO LOVINGLY HOLD
TO LOCK ONTO
MUST SPEAK KINDLY
ABLE TO TALK DIRTY
A LITTLE CRAZY, WELCOMED
CAN BE A LITTLE BITCHY
NOT EVERY DAY OF MONTH
MUST LIKE ROCK/METAL
IS A SWEETHEART
TRUE TO YOURSELF
HAS SENSE OF HUMOR
HAS WATCHED GRAN TORINO
CAN BE SILLY
IS MUTUALLY LOVING
SERIOUS INQUIRIES ONLY