"troublemaker" poems
I'm a work of art, your protege.
You're my sculpture, my teacher.
I'm your troublemaker, your rebel.
You're my lover, my peacemaker.
I'm a poet, your songwriter.
You're my inspiration, my muse.
I'm a changer, a modifier of life.
You're my guide, my leader.
I was a hater, a freak.
You made me better,
An individual with a love for life and
A man of creativity.
You're the remover of hate,
And the replacer of love.
You saw me as I am,
As the person I was meant to be.
Piece by piece and step by step
You put back the parts of my broken self.
You didn't abandon me in need,
You didn't leave me when you saw the red flags,
You stayed,
You made me drop the anger and put up the surrender.
You took me in,
You loved me.
You made me see life in a way I never knew existed.
You love me now,
You'll love me always.
Forever till forever meets no end,
You're love knows no limits
And is meant to be eternal.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 3:22 PM UTC
***She's an imp of a troublemaker fairy
they call her Heather Featherwand
she lives midst ancient ruins
'pon Saturn's ringlets
of ethereal ice & dust
you might get a peek at her
neath a summertide night's dream,
she wears lavender and tangerine
to blend in with the blazing cosmos,
her pale peachy butterfly wings
make sounds like katydids
singing in the treetops and
cicadas come to life at night
further adding to her mysterious flight,
she took off one day, they say
with the man in the moon
and they've been starstruck ever after***
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 6:05 PM UTC
Red eyes
Seething heart
Pulse racing
Get ready
Sneaking through
Taking, breaking
Tripping, slipping
Note passer
Spitballer
Locker shover
Hopping fences
Disobey
Never learn
Heartbreaker
Drinking, reeking
Staggering
Fighting
Till your
Black and blue
Steal and lie
Oh why
Not caring
Let loose
"No. I didn't do it."
Smirking
Mischief maker
No
Troublemaker
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 9:27 AM UTC
I was a woman on the war path
Chanting, beating my chest, painting my face
I was new at life and bleeding that youthful aura
But now I’ve gone dry, thirsty for what I let go.
I watch him stand over your body,
And painfully remove all I had adorned you with.
I had used you as a sanctuary for all my dreams.
You had seen the best and worst of me
But now you see me worst of all, retired.
I no longer venture into the night and roll into the morning
I don’t climb the walls, or shout to the seasons
I don’t cry with all-consuming passion
I don’t love with reckless infatuation
I don’t hate myself when I’m high on angst
I even don’t love myself when I’m high on vanity
I was the epitome of extremes and starved for thrills
The runaway, the rolling stone, the troublemaker
The flirt, the fighter, the drinker and smoker.
I’m grateful you’re too fogged to notice me
Because I know you wouldn’t believe
The shrewd and quiet ghost I’ve grown up to be.
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 12:32 AM UTC
You get me hooked again from the minute you sat down
The way you bite your lip got my head spinning around
After a drink or two I was putty in your hands
I don't know if I have the strength to stand
Trouble troublemaker yeah that's your middle name
I know you're no good but you're stuck in my brain
And I wanna know
Why does it feel so good but hurt so bad?
My mind keeps saying "Run as fast as you can"
I say I'm done but then you pull me back
I swear you're giving me a heart attack
Troublemaker
It's like your always there in the corners of my mind
I see your silhouette every time I close my eyes
There must be poison in those fingertips of yours
Because I keep coming back again for more
Trouble troublemaker yeah that's your middle name
I know you're no good but you're stuck in my brain
And I wanna know
Why does it feel so good but hurt so bad?
My mind keeps saying "Run as fast as you can"
I say I'm done but then you pull me back
I swear you're giving me a heart attack
Troublemaker
Why does it feel so good but hurt so bad?
My mind keeps saying "Run as fast as you can"
I say I'm done but then you pull me back
I swear you're giving me a heart attack
Troublemaker
Maybe I'm insane
Cause I keep doing the same old thing
Thinking one day we gonna change
You know just how to work that back and make me forget my name
What the heck you do I won't remember
I'll be gone until November
You won't come back until next summer
Typical middle name is Pravda
For you like a glove girl I'm sick of the drama
You're a troublemaker
And it's like I like the trouble
And I can't even explain why
Why does it feel so good but hurt so bad?
My mind keeps saying "Run as fast as you can"
I say I'm done but then you pull me back
I swear you're giving me a heart attack
Troublemaker
Why does it feel so good but hurt so bad?
My mind keeps saying "Run as fast as you can"
I say I'm done but then you pull me back
I swear you're giving me a heart attack
Troublemaker
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC
This elastic band has stretched as far as it possibly can
Now is the time to cut the cord
Over enough is more than enough
It's time for the narcissist to be unveiled
Oh bride of Satan
For the wolves in sheep's clothing to be called out
Your time is up!
We've had enough!
People are not as stupid as you'd like them to be
That spoiled little brat of a child inside is to be silenced for good
Singlehandedly you have destroyed your relationships
Systematically you have ruined your friendships
Over enough is more than enough
The true meaning of loneliness you will now encounter
Your fragile mask has shattered into pieces
The protective cover has blown away
Exposed you will stand
Finally everyone will see you for the serpent you truly are
No one is buying the lies you have so generously been selling
No matter how great a bargain
Your mind games and tactics have become stale
Over enough is more than enough
The reality which awaits you is harsh and bleak
From your put on laugh to the fake compliments
Both come from the same dark and empty space
A bottomless pit of deception in which you lurk
Hollow vase you are
Collage of fabricated personalities
You model yourself on others
But can never hold down one character for too long
Over enough is more than enough
Like a blank canvas you are vacant to take on any shape or form
You wear a fake smile and your eyes are dead
You destroy like a bull, but hurt like a baby
Your brain is corroded and your spirit is ill
Your own medicine you will drink
It will consume you from the inside out
Implode you will
Troublemaker and schemer
Over enough is more than enough
You are driven by your severe deep-rooted insecurity and shame
You prey on the empathetic
Virtual vampire, always looking for someone to drain
You do unto others as you would NOT have done unto yourself
A conscience you were born without
Quick to quote a scripture or two
But slow in applying it to yourself
And even the devil knows the score
Over enough is more than enough
Your condescending eyes will be plucked out by a ruthless crow
You will burn in your own defeat and your perfume will be sulphur
Down you will tumble from your pedestal
You no longer have a place in my life
You no longer have a place in my heart
But more importantly
You no longer have a place in my mind
Jun 9, 2023
Jun 9, 2023 at 2:05 PM UTC
I have always been the misfit of the bunch
The rebel within the pack
The troublemaker
the round peg in a square hole
the odd man out
the one who sees things differently
I am not fond of rules
I have no respect for a title above my head
You can quote me
Disagree with me
glorify or vilify me
About the only thing you can't do is ignore me
I change things
I push people to their limits.
I say things to make you react
I challenge you to challenge me
All I get is disrespect
All because people don't try to understand what I say.
Instead you think I am ignorant
childish and selfish
All these negative things and not one **** good thing
All because you don't understand me
While some may see me as
"the crazy one"
All I see in myself is a genius because
people who are crazy enough to think they can change or push
people to their limits are the ones who understand what we need to do
to improve this world and if you don't understand or grasp that answer then
the ones who know me think I am inferior to them
think I am not smarter or stronger than them
what they don't understand
The difference between a successful person and a unsuccessful person
is not a lack of strength or knowledge
but a lack of will
the will to create benefit for all and enjoying the process.
I have become my own optimist
If I can't make it through one door then I don't give up
I find another way to another door
Or
I'll make a door out of nothing into something
Something will come no matter how vague it seems
if you focus on this and adopt this definition
Success is yours for the taking
So I ask you one more time
Am I crazy?
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 11:50 PM UTC
sinderella was a nickname
because i was the sinner
and unlike cinderella
i was not a charmer
i was the known kid of sin
doing bad to make a livin'
never the girl scrubbing floors
i was the girl looking for new drugs
keen to experiment with death
and the guy i fell in love with
i wasn't a princess in disguise
or a servant dressed in rags
i was the troublemaker
in her fishnets & leather
wearing less than a dress
even during winter nights
drinking whiskey to fill me
to keep me warm as i
walk in the big city
stiletto heels and dark make-up
with a cool NYC diamond jacket
swarovski crystal encrusted
with chanel nails
a mcqueen bag
with my drugs
& all that ****
a wallet for
my few dollar bills
even though i
get drinks for free
because i'm young
attractive, little
darlin' me
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 3:27 PM UTC
I have to admit
That I immediately knew what the media meant
As I grew up I drew out-
Side lines
Meaning kinds when you omit the 'n' so I'm sent
To set askew a few lies, yes my butterfly knife flies like a feather pen oh I've been
A berserker moving farther
Further herding words heard for war it's forward
But since before he was drafted roughly but justly
Just to sink in ink engrafted ****** because he's
Made for brigades who blockade it to shock it
Force it shoot it and make it play its poor music to Bach it
Oh face it, we rock it
The battalion's out there and they're shouting
I'm silent but they rattle
Yeah my rabble of stallions, they're rowdy
But of course, off course it is not all Norse my love because
They say the other north
Yeah your horizontal course turned up with a
Tincture of madness
And that is the one, single error and I'm glad of it
If you catch it
Maybe a troublemaker by nature but baby a peace speaker missing demeanor
With misdemeanors when getting meaner
But I practice a bit
In an out-there train re-accident be-
Cause the battalion's out there while they're shouting
I'm silent but they rattle rapidly
Yeah my rabble of battle lions rabid
To vaporize vapid rabbits
They're rowdy and
And love is getting much louder than growling it's
It's sounding much louder than growling
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
for Thomas Raine Crowe
...These nights bring dreams of Cherokee shamans
whose names are bright verbs and impacted dark nouns,
whose memories are indictments of my pallid flesh...
and I hear, as from a great distance,
the cries tortured from their guileless lips, proclaiming
the nature of my mutation.
NOTE: My “mutation” is that my family appears to contain English, Scottish, German and Cherokee blood, meaning that my ancestors were probably at war with each other. Did my English ancestors force my Cherokee ancestors to walk the Trail of Tears?
I have recently created these new translations of Native American poems, proverbs and sayings ...
What is life?
The flash of a firefly.
The breath of a winter buffalo.
The shadow scooting across the grass that vanishes with sunset.
—Blackfoot saying, translation by Michael R. Burch
Speak less thunder, wield more lightning. — Apache proverb, translation by Michael R. Burch
The more we wonder, the more we understand. — Arapaho proverb, translation by Michael R. Burch
Adults talk, children whine. — Blackfoot proverb, translation by Michael R. Burch
Don’t be afraid to cry: it will lessen your sorrow. — Hopi proverb
One foot in the boat, one foot in the canoe, and you end up in the river. — Tuscarora proverb, translation by Michael R. Burch
Our enemy's weakness increases our strength. — Cherokee proverb, translation by Michael R. Burch
We will be remembered tomorrow by the tracks we leave today. — Dakota proverb, translation by Michael R. Burch
No sound's as eloquent as a rattlesnake's tail. — Navajo saying, translation by Michael R. Burch
The heart is our first teacher. — Cheyenne proverb, translation by Michael R. Burch
Dreams beget success. — Maricopa proverb, translation by Michael R. Burch
Knowledge interprets the past, wisdom foresees the future. — Lumbee proverb, translation by Michael R. Burch
The troublemaker's way is thorny. — Umpqua proverb, translation by Michael R. Burch
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 6:33 AM UTC
We use to wreak havoc together
At a small little school
With characters and phrases
Making the teacher look like a tool
Our Chinese school was hell
But ever Saturday we still went
Our partnership was one of destruction
Causing even the principal to vent
We sat at the back of the class
While all the proper students sat at the front
Determination in their eyes
Asian tiger parents forcing them to survive
While ours were much the same
Except a little more lenient
We passed everything so good enough
Our ways more devious
A team effort it was
We all passed with flying colours
Not without full blow hatred from others
Though we weren't bothered
And years have past us by
No longer do we speak
At most we have a snap record
But we only ever sent streaks
Though your basic asian look
closely matching with mine
except for you being a guy
and having black pitched eyes
We were close once before
We were a childish endeavour
Now reduced to nothing
Without a single word ever
And write as I will
About that old forgotten letter
and the missing you with my heart
but I can't get any better
As my will to talk to you is broke
I'm scared of the words I once spoke
With the shattered picture frame on the floor
I dare not defy those laws
Until you flash by my life again
For a moment, for a single memory or sight
I'll remember you in my heart
As meaningless as that is
For you will never know
I'll miss you forever
My little Troublemaker
Be happy and stay safe
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 7:05 PM UTC
Aah, I love the cold
Almost harsh, or really harsh
Winter months
I love walking then
Walking alone
For miles and miles
Minutes and hours
I could keep walking
If there weren't parents
To reassure, a family,
A warm home to go back to
A dragging commitment
That is binding in every
Single link I've ever made
I could keep walking otherwise
Just a light jacket, hardly appropriate
For the weather, the temperature
Numbed by the chill
The soles of my feet sting
My feet wrinkled, grated against
My sandals, hardly sufficient
Completely dry skin, also cold
Almost too numb, maybe too corpse-like
No socks, no scarves, no gloves
No caps, no protection
*Because protection is only needed
When there is an enemy*
I could stay like this forever
A thought strikes me while I walk
That maybe this hopeless love
Exists solely because I am the closest
The closest I can be to being me
As I walk, and hide, and revel
Maybe even reveal Me
I silently lose myself in contemplation
Because the days are shorter
There is more space, more time to hide myself
Under warm blankets, comfortable clothes,
A cup of hot chocolate, in the cold starry nights
The sting on my cheek
That I lightly touch, can be disguised
Explained away as the caress of the cold wind
This loneliness that grows inside me
It is already so tired
Of seeing people walk away
That it is too tired, too weary
To talk to anyone, so it hides
Underneath the surface,
Appearing so much more closer
Than it ever has in these few months
I am raw, almost bleeding,
Waiting for the stars to come out
Just so they can shine on me
Over my head, down on me
With me, maybe even communicate with me
I'll pick up my drink
Acknowledge their presence
And drink to them and their beauty
Their unimaginable beauty that Always,
Without Fail, takes my breath away
My self rubs against my facade
So raw but it doesn't even matter
It is the closest to the surface
As I raise my drink and almost imagine
Myself in this lonely cold urbanscape
With all the scars, every **** thing
Not a thing out of place,
I almost imagine myself beautiful
Revitalised but then this self withdraws
Back insideinsideinside
My facade still rubbed raw
Ah, but what a beautiful time
The cold times on the terrace
The chilling walks down nostalgia lane
No more brown leaves
Just a mere peak here and there
Like a little troublemaker
Waiting for me to go away again
Winter is... truly one of my favourite seasons
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 11:51 PM UTC
Longing the curse of
Human Satisfaction
I clear my throat
Remembering the madness of a storming boat
The whipping winds
Introduced a chaos
That infinity even had to question
Correcting confidences like a teacher would the troublemaker
Insanity rides high,
Protecting itself from women
That they thought they knew at the time
But soon discovered
They wouldn't even lend'em a dime
I lost track of something way back when
But now see that I was never young
Just not strong enough to grip the gun
Forgetful through shallow puddles of dampening and soggy
Love
I try to structure these thoughts
But only produce
Ashy white doves
For the fire inside all of us is burning hard and eternal
There is no hope that can forever float
So in these times after alabaster marble shiners
And politicians pinching pennies naked in front of camera's
A policemen whispers to a friend he hates the leader
And soon is bludgeoned and branded a freak
Forever dead dreams in a child's mind is the place I wish to be
Away from the hanging school halls
Away from the broken bottle battalions
A place directed towards indirectness
Where mystery lightly grips its boot heels
Ready to flee at any chance given to thee
Startling laughter rests in the ears of men un-hearing
Obsessed pig tail wearing women
Upset the gifted girl a la two first names
Swinging herself madly and wildly
With words she herself cannot even understand or control
But Oh the traces of mastery and genius with clouded perceptions
Of shadows contemplating Aristotle easily
For the barman is asking for the tab now
And the lonesome nights I knew before
Still await me once again
As the same dead knights rest in books
On high ancient shelves
In dusty far away nooks
Feb 27, 2011
Feb 27, 2011 at 11:34 AM UTC
I had locked away my true thoughts and muzzled my true voice
for far to long.
Was it a character i desired to be?
Were my words to be but a joke to break the awkward silence?
When you start to be social only to lock yourself up
to exist with your demons your becoming a dangerous
person to yourself.
My work once flowed now it sits half finished great starts
stalled endings.
My skills were learned from not the comic arena
and i could imagine my journalist friends laughter mocking
me even now.
He's slipped finally lost in cheap jokes gone from
anything that speak's of his true voice.
The people didnt thirst to know John.
for my well penned alter ego was the one they all knew and so blindly
misunderstood.
Old friends check in.
Messages on my phone i'd sooner erase than
respond to.
Had I slipped in some form of insanity?
Embracing dellusion to mask my failures in life?
I was a writer ,A troublemaker and owner of laughs.
A good time for many yet emptyness was my reallity.
As from the TV screen reflected change and madness.
For crazy is a close friend of chaos.
I got in the game to make a mark but what was the price?
A destroyed marriage a relationship heading into
the very same direction.
What had I become but some twisted monster
and tormented soul.
A sad afterthought to a sick joke.
Deppresion can make us into something no mirror can truely
reflect.
The chamber stayed loaded the glass my curse
seldom these days full.
And what she wanted I could never give like sunsets
red cast gold flaked embrace i was a moment.
And moment's can't forever last.
No child should know a madman's life.
And a selfish bastard I knew was my role.
Empty streets and smokey old bars were my path
and what to anyone could i truley give?
Pain was the fuel hours my sea to sail alone.
The chamber was full but soon one would
be missing.
A tale cant be read untill it's finshed.
We are but moments.
And moments can't last forever.
Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 10:32 AM UTC
the troublemaker who knows no rules
a soft warm heart under a pile of stone
he is the stoner
a free falling soul just trying to live out loud
always lashed upon but never was punished
he is the winner of the blame game
all fingers point to him when trouble arises
it must be him they say
he had to do it
just because he doesn't care
a misunderstood teen fighting for his life
innocent until proven guilty I say
behind his back I stand
watching it like a mother
he is the web spinner
spinning lies to hide the truth
they hate him for this
I say spin your lies
in the end no one can stop him
so why try
easy for me to say
he doesn't spin his lies on me
the determined transformer
wanting nothing but to prove he can rise above
emotionally bound to show them they were wrong
he is my brother.
Oct 13, 2010
Oct 13, 2010 at 8:11 PM UTC
A two faced, backstabbing, hunchbacked, hammertoed,
Bedpissing, 77 year old, my child she stole,
Perjury committing, pedofile loving, meat eatting, lazy,
Old, packrat hoarding, slobby, liar.
I wouldn't care if she was on fire.
Troublemaker of scorn.
Rotting rags is always what she's worn.
A pointy edge in my side like a thorn.
Lies under oath she sworn.
From my arms my baby she torn.
Nutty as an acorn.
A devil with horns.
Her death I would'nt mourn.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC
i knew we were doomed from the start
but we love trouble, don't we?
the thrill it gives knowing that
we can always get away with it
and come out clean in the eyes of many
but we're no saints, honey.
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 9:56 PM UTC
Liar, troublemaker, cheat:
All names carved into my bones.
But I left that knife protruding from my arm
For all to see.
And after suffocating their own names in stacked lungs
They’ll point and blame, and twist and turn
That knife in my own arm
For all to see.
With shattered bones, I am left quietly
Under your doormat
Only to be used for the cleaning
Of ***** shoes and welcoming strangers
For all to see.
Liar, troublemaker, cheat:
All names I’ll drown in the bath.
Washing off the dirt from your shoes
And the filth of blame,
I’ll take out that knife
For all to see.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
Uninvited visitor
Black-eyed burglar
Shadow dweller
Nimble sprinter
Able contortionist.
Cheap, common yet
Generous
disease giver
Innocent troublemaker
Thief and scrounger
Bin searcher
Test subject.
Extreme sport enthusiast of my kitchen, bedroom and balcony
Sleep depriver
Olympic diver
Racecar driver with claws for wheels.
I'm not your pit crew, so please find your meals elsewhere,
Silent sniffler.
Constant nibbler
Unwelcome visitor
Gatecrasher!
And he brought a plus one, cheeky sod.
Wherever he goes,
He's pursued always by that faithful worm.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 3:24 PM UTC
I am not Ms. popular
that is okay with me
I honestly do not like attention
unless it is my friends who give it to me
I am no beauty Queen
that is totally fine
I like the way that I look
I have no problem flaunting what is mine
I am not the one all of the guys want
I like it that way
It is nice to go out and have fun
without getting hit on everyday
I am not 100% anything when it comes to stereotypes
and I don't want to be
I like the idea of being open to anything
that way no one can label me
I am not a ***** I am not a troublemaker
I do not sit around letting others peer pressure me
I am someone who drowns out all of the negative noise
while following the beat to my own drum
I am the one who stands out in the crowd
by choosing to be the odd one
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC
Hound-dog swallowing poly-coated pills, filling up, bloated, falling off stage, and into a more permanent and lasting Graceland, to be surrounded by another’s verse.
I only enjoy what comes from my own head, a modern Samuel Johnson, no matter what happenstance brought about to be said, a cage free Bronson. Hearing false verse through a syllable count, hoisted onto adverbs easy to mount. Congratulate a lesser mind, reaching commonalities most could find. Ease in creation, opens floodgate doors, distributing specs of grace through misworded spores. Life, love, and the pursuit of vanity, leaves simplified lumps of prosperous thought riddled with anonymity. The invention of despair overwhelms those ungifted, and leaves them erecting stale forgeries they grifted.
In the wee small hours of escaping light, a crooner steadies his hands as he falsifies his originality, reading off the music from another’s sheet.
A change in topic is something to hold as worthy, though in a modern context of prosaic prose, such good fortune can be exceptionally elusive. Broken hearted symptoms shared through a hash-tag, rerouted and worded, to fit an illiterate youth’s lesser diction, reposted to approach validity, only to be called forth as an original soul, one to revere, and hold as an entitled fraction of logic.
The piano man knocks out a tune, hit in stride with vocal conduct, inspired and laid in pen by a lesser man propelled by better wording, given up for another’s career.
Market’s over-saturated with teenage sonnets, weeping over cut wrists, ended (Victorian inspired) trysts, refreshed and brought back around until sentimentality vomits. Themes used to run rampant with fresh ingenuity, made extinct, occurred in a blink; now every poem has some congruency.
The grapevine got entangled, getting involved with a troublemaker, providing the soundtrack, using another’s words.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
This is not so much a poem. This is more a revealing of a high that comes from taking the liars down. This is not about reposting ones own work under multiple accounts (I don't understand it and I don't get it but you can't steal from yourself...) This is a story of being able to show ones true character by pointing out that what they write, how they bask in the muted sunlight of another's ignorance to their thievery, just leaves them looking pale!
You see me as a troublemaker
storming your made up works
just trying to influence your friends
that your not that kind of girl
You see me as an interloper
just jealous of your success
Little Darlin' I don't care for you
except for exposing your lying cheating ***
Stop garnering your self esteem
upon backs that are already broke
Stop making people believe
you suffered what you supposedly wrote
Honestly! If you are impressed
and feel heart whole, then simply,
Say thank you, *I feel what you wrote
I feel you wrote it for me*
Just don't steal their words
and let everyone think
You're a master poet/ess
All you need to do
is
link...
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 3:41 AM UTC
there ought to be a law about love
but so many people would be sent to jail
for vandalizing heart, and you're quite
the troublemaker.
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 7:08 PM UTC
You're ***** and I'm unpure.
You have no cure.
Innocence is what you will lure.
Trouble Is what You stir.
Nothing is what you were.
You probably think it's neat.
How you can so easily manipulate and deceit.
Your deceptions no one can perceive.
Why is it I who have to get it received.
The truth no one believed.
It's nothing that can be conceived.
You'll never keep my daughter.
You took away my father.
Go drown in the water.
You suffocated me.
You bstrd.
Who couldn't die any faster.
You're a troublemaker.
A lying faker.
A heartbreaker.
A homewrecker.
Your a c*nt.
You put on the front.
Your garbage and trash.
You spread like a rash.
You hoard and stash.
Your obsessive compulsive.
Two-Faced b**** .
You are a backstabber.
You gibber & gabber.
You wanted to **** Snow White.
Because she couldn't put up a fight.
You have no right.
That's why Ariel and I will take a flight.
You will never see the light.
You should never been seen in the day or night. You cause people unnecesary fright.
You've never been responsible for Ariel's care.
If California only knew the truth they'd be shocked and stare
But to care they wouldn't dare.
You're not welcome here.
I don't want you around me or anywhere near. You are who Ariel fears.
I'm the one who hold her dear.
To trouble is where you steer.
Nothing is what you hear.
You are crazy and lazy.
My memory is not hazy.
You know where you can go.
You're blind deaf and dumb.
With you Ariel will never have fun.
You fckd a child ****** ***
Just so he could get some.
You'll never see God's Kingdom.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 9:12 PM UTC