"cooth" poems
oh boy
here it goes
trouble brewin
i know it's so
drama is wrong
it's so messed up
woman freak
at the slightest fuss
your laughing now
i speak with cooth
you ladies know
i tell the truth
you say you'll call
and if you don't
the world it ends
it's all your fault
i have to laugh
i can not pass
woman and drama
are such a gas
be careful men
of what you say
you;ll be on the couch
another day
i will be in trouble
before this write
comes to conclusion
i'm not here
to start confusion
drama oh drama
we men can't do without
we need to watch
our woman pout
there is a couch
somewhere in this world
reserved for me
my named engraved for all to see
do i stay and fight
or run for my life
the latter i think
till i make it right
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 6:33 AM UTC
My loud voice is shattered
I’ve spoken my truth
Now I slightly whisper
I literally spent all my cooth
I’ve saved your bullets for you
In case you try to point in your mouth and shoot
I have no other words
I have nothing else to prove.
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC