"tyke" poems
Baa, baa, Green sheep,
Have you any kush?
Yeh, mon, yeh, mon,
Three bongs full;
One hit for ma tyke,
And one for ma ****
And one for the batti boi
Who lives by caribe.
Baa, baa, Green sheep,
Have you any ******
nah, mon, nah, mon,
no spliffs mon;
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC
By all accounts he’s had a lifelong case of OCD.
“Donald was a disruptive tyke”- his teachers all agree.
He was not much of a scholar but, as a youth, excelled in sports.
As a builder and developer he was often seen in Courts.
When it comes to matters of the heart, he sadly is no wiser
He loves them and he leaves them. He’s a noted womanizer.
Oh, he pays them for their trouble; that much I will allow.
Still he’s never had compunction over breaking wedding vows.
Now he is our President and making noise on Trade.
If he doesn’t get his way beware his twitterverse tirade.
He's paying farmers Billions to forgo their tillage.
Hillary was wrong- It takes a child to raze a village.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 4:45 PM UTC
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July 30, 2012 ·
Promises....
I hold u and wonder what
You'll be like when ur old
I can only promise u won't
Go hungry unloved or cold
But I can't promise ur life
Will not have pain or sorrow
But my blood, my liver, or bone
Marrow are all urs to borrow
Lol or keep but I can't promise
Ull feel accepted by peers
Can't promise u happiness
Or that u won't cry tears
I can promise to never
Steal a girl from u
But I can't promise what actions that
Other humans will do
I can promise to leave u money
My assets my ear and shoulder
But I can't promise to teach u much
But the basics when ur older
I can promise to clothe u
Or support u in ur arts
But I can't protect u from betrayal
Or a painful broken heart
I can give u all I have
And teach u all I know
But I don't have all the answers
To questions as u grow
I can't promise we won't fight
Or that u won't hear me cuss too
But I can promise that with all my heart
That I will always love u
I can promise to guide u the best
Way I know how to do
can u accept knowing i dont have to
understand u to love u
I can't promise that the boogeyman
In a way doesn't exist
But I can promise wutever demon
Haunts u, I will help u resist
I can't promise not to
Border being hypocritical to u
But it's only because I have seen what
A life of indulging can do
So I promise that I wont always tell
U wut u wanna hear
But I promise to only give my
Opinion then back off as u steer
Wutever u choose even if
It's not my favorite or i feel its not best
i will still support u if u want *******
to hold tight ur dress
cuz if that's wut u truly want
I will love u all the same
Cause ur my son no matter what u
Do or who it is u became
I promise to respect and remain
The friendship we grow to have
Just promise me you'll sympathize
when im strict ur all that i have
if u need someone to talk to
dont think u cant tell me ur sins
cause my love for u never ends like
a circle so dont keep me from things
in your life so i can help cuz
U were the one who saved my life
If ur life was an event on Facebook
I'd hit going! Comment and "like"
see how much I love u tyke?
so much I'd use a cheesy example to
Explain myself, cause looking dumb
Means nothing if it's for u
Cause I'll be the next John Q
I'd do whatever it takes
Cause that I can promise
But some things are not made
For me to be in control of and some
things are out of ur control too
But for what I can't promise I can
Promise I'll be there for u through
The pain it will bring,
And when my opera fat lady sings
I will die happy knowing I got to
Experience the most greatest thing
Which is being ur father
Cause it proved to all those that think
I wasn't capable of greatness
wrong Cause ur the greatest thing
I've ever done or I'll ever do
Next to being there for u
And I promise to do all I can do
If its possible to promise it to u
Promise to be honest with u
And to accept what I don't like
Cause in the end I'll love and support
Anything u chose to do in life
...I love u Juju
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
I've learned to settle down,
I've learned to pin pain like a gown,
And when you've tackled the line,
I'm in the end of time,
Because you sit there on the chair,
While I spend my life climbing up endless stairs.
When you turn back around,
I'm laying on the ground,
I look like I'm dead,
When I really just need a bed.
I kick and punch like a little tyke,
And that's when you press dislike.
Dec 17, 2011
Dec 17, 2011 at 10:50 PM UTC
when i was born,
you cried to our grandmother
because you wanted a brother
and got stuck with me, instead.
and what a turn of events that became.
when i was a baby,
i busted the back of your teeth out
with a bottle of perfume,
most likely contributing to your
repetitive dreams of your teeth falling out.
sometimes i think of this when you say your "th"s.
when i was a child,
you would pick peppers with our dad
down the street and hold eating competitions
while i squashed berries in my little tyke car.
we played mouse trap on the floor.
when i completed my first decade of life,
you packed your bags, got on a bus,
got married, and were deployed for the first time.
i don't remember much of those days.
i only remember the first phone call,
"yours truly, from iraq."
when i was eleven,
you came home, war torn and ragged
and divorced from an army wife
who was never really a wife at all.
you moved on, in some ways
more than others.
you were different, changed.
when i became a preteen,
i met a girl, and looked at our mom
and i said, "he's going to marry that girl."
and marry her, you did,
and had your first child, too.
when i was a teenager,
you taught me important life lessons
like how i act when i'm drunk
and how to do sake bombs like i belong in asia.
you taught me to eat with chopsticks.
through babysitting, i learned to wait to have a child.
and now, at twenty years old, everything is different.
living down the street from me, then in the old house,
and finally in our mom's house with me,
the dynamics changed.
we became the best friends we'd
always tried to be, but were too distant
to maintain. we gained trust and inside jokes.
you finally gave approval of my boyfriend.
we wreaked havoc and stayed up way too late.
but then you moved five hundred miles away,
and every day my heart feels ripped into pieces.
i miss all the jokes, and you waking me up
to our favorite songs.
i miss my brother. i miss my bubby.
i hope one day one of us will go home.
Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 2:30 AM UTC
coming up autumn you were a loving playful tyke,just to lose your 12 year old life last year,to two brothers from the neighborhood who lied and stole your BMX bike.and if that wasn't enough for your DADDY and family to stand,i remember the case unfolding on tv news and I your DADDY recently kneeling on a football field next to your initials in a park that will be dedicated in your memory and tears came to my eyes ,and the daily news informed me about the anger in that town,which I can understand with you AUTUMN no longer around.a waitness at
barbar
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 9:26 PM UTC
In the end it was a case of
'I've probably got to piss;'
moving off in all directions
seeking the hallow holy spill
-drip of sweet relief. the
washroom is the last place you
are guaranteed solitude like a
lil tyke meditation chamber the
Brahman made sure could not be
tainted with distraction or 'I'd
rather not's,'and it's not that
you'd rather, because kind waits
and last moments go by like this.
but you can safely and suavely
admit to yourself as you lie awake
in bed that you really probably have
to **** it's your body speaking in
liquid laughter.
it's a part of your language the
rain-clouds have crafted.
it is one relationship that has
eternally lasted.
Oh, holy human waste!
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC
-
we live and die
within a box
with data
at all angles
in an age
where innocence
is compacted
to rectangles
here we see
the wizardry
of Bill Gates in
his valley
the children with
their pinwheel eyes
texting Steve or Sally
around the house
the computer mouse
enthralls another tyke
instantly their Facebook
has another "like"
blood and gore
are commonplace
the victims have no names
what the heck
do you expect?
it is all a
game
they will thus
ENTRAP YOU
you'll do as they bid
for your pleasure
I'll announce
The Wizards of the Id
SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/5/2016
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 3:01 AM UTC
I, Too, Sing America (and did so in my diapers!)
by Michael R. Burch
I, too, served my country,
first as a tyke, then as a toddler, later as a rambunctious boy,
growing up on military bases around the world,
making friends only to leave them,
saluting the flag through veils of tears,
time and time again ...
In defense of my country,
I too did my awesome duty –
cursing the Communists,
confronting Them in backyard battles where They slunk around disguised as my sniggling Sisters,
while always demonstrating the immense courage
to start my small life over and over again
whenever Uncle Sam called ...
Building and rebuilding my shattered psyche,
such as it was,
dealing with PTSD (preschool traumatic stress disorder)
without the adornments of medals, ribbons or epaulets,
serving without pay,
following my father’s gruffly barked orders,
however ill-advised ...
A true warrior!
Will you salute me?
I hope my “small” attempt at humor will help readers remember the sacrifices made by the spouses, children and extended families of our valiant servicemen and women. It was not easy making friends only to lose them, time and time again, as I grew up a “military brat” on American air bases around the globe. I really did make sacrifices for my country, while winning every battle against the “communists” in our back yard.
Keywords/Tags: Memorial Day, military brat, service, war, duty, honor, heroism, soldiers, army, navy, air force, marines
May 31, 2021
May 31, 2021 at 2:26 AM UTC
My shadow shivers in the snow,puts on a coat from where I do not know and I watch spellbound as it moves to go indoors and sit beside the fire,as if it dreams of greater things,
I should buy a ball and chain and chain it to the rain of snow that snows on me, then and only then will my shadow see that it is linked to me and not so casually decide to go because of its dislike of snow.
A snowman smiles at these goings on, while a robin sits and tweets,then eats the eyes and flies off with the snowmans nose,all this in December's snow,it's no wonder my shadow decides to try and go again,
I will definitely buy a ball and chain.
A clever tyke sat on a sled
said,
'lock your shadow in the shed
or better yet
leave it in bed,
everybody and his mum knows that shadows only like the sun'
There are highs and lows and shadows drive me up the wall,they're super climbers after all,but if my shadow hates the snow,
then I'll let it go and hope that it comes back to follow me or depending on the time of day,lead me on my way.
My shadow now decides to stay and play,stretching out across the flakes,all it takes is a feeble sun to give my shadow so much fun,it's an awkward cuss,don't know what the fuss was all about,
I should give it such a clout but we are friends, even though it sends me round the bend,
we'll stay friends until the end
until the night lends me a hand and sends my shadow off to sleep,somewhere warm in shadow land.
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 2:08 AM UTC
It wasn't exactly a date
It was a lot more like fate
She was sitting on the gate
She had such a purty face
She'd look good in boots and lace
She was all beauty and grace
I sauntered up special like
I was more than a little tyke
I asked her to take a hike
We wandered to my fine mare
I felt like a millionaire
She chatted without a single care
She rubbed on that silky mane
Her name was Dorothy Jane
To hold her hand, my campaign
Her hand so sweet and so fine
Fit exactly into mine
My first date was so sublime
As time on the clock face ticks
I still remember the kicks
Even though I was just six
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 6:14 PM UTC
A Poem by Tate Morgan
God once thought to give me a choice
by offering the chance to choose
I stood bold stance, and took that chance
to ever walk within his shoes
He then offered me five choices
Fame, Love, Riches, Pleasure, and Death
I will have won, when it's all done
so I thought as I caught my breath
Then so it was I chose Pleasure
with the thought to enjoy my youth
To run with the boys, through life's joys
happiness was my only truth
Pleasures that youth delights upon
were disappointing, then grew cold
Sun setting play, that every day
trickled my fingers through, like gold
So once again he came to me
"surely wisdom has found you now"
"Choose your fate, before it's too late
as I said, this I will allow"
"Fame" I said as he smirked at me
"I wish to be a man renowned"
"To play life's game, that touts my name
as one deserving of the crown"
But Fame was a fickled master
that led to Envy, Greed and Lust
A shinning star and giant car
that in the end had turned to rust
Once more God offered me a choice
of the few things that still remain
"Besides birth, only one has worth
try using your heart, not your brain"
"Riches then" I did say to him
"surely they can cure all my pain"
"To do what I can as a man
by amassing what I may gain"
Wealth was not the answer I sought
left me with nothing of what I won
When in the end, I had no friend
to rejoice in what I had done
So one last time he gave me choice
"Love" I said is what I would like
"A woman's breast, where I may rest
perhaps even a little tyke"
The time it passed so quickly by
as I then sat beside her grave
A-wash in tears, for all those years
spent chasing dreams, that none could save
"My life has run it's course" I said
"your final choice is the worst yet"
"My love I lost, at such a cost
all that's left of me is regret"
He said "since you have not asked me
for advice on what you should do"
"I gave Death in a dying breath
to one more deserving than you!"
" Why won't you grant me rest" I said
"what more is there for me to learn"
" That a life of greed serves no need
live with old age, till it's your turn"
Tate
© 2012 Tate Morgan
Written April 21, 2012
All rights reserved
Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 1:06 AM UTC
I was once a tyke, I built sand castles too,
I had a play doll, a stuffed animal, some that
Reminded me of you. I had a place set for
Two, tea that was poured, a pastel set, skies blue,
And every day we'd bake a cake, we'd celebrate,
With plays and artwork at five, storytelling at eight.
*But now that time is gone and it's already late,
So I join the army and get in gear, fight each year,
Dropping bombs to make them pay, a tool, a slave,
Work until I become a mindless drone, another steer,
I've "grown up" so much, I'm no longer sweet or soft,
I guess I seem aloof, but we just get stiff year after year.*
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 3:42 AM UTC
Tik... Tak... Tik... Tak...
Less talk more work,
Eyes everywhere, The reapers they lurk...
Tik... Tak... Tik... Tak...
Beat the hard rock and extract pure metal,
Why do I have to do this? I deserve that medal...
Tik... Tik... Tik...
Tik... Tak... Tik... Tak...
The constable whips away like a ring leader,
Heartless laughter, he had the guts to muster...
Tik... Tak... Tik... Tak...
And in the corner, I see my lifeless mate,
We were destined for valor, what is this fate?
Tik... Tik...
Bang... Tik... Bang... Tik...
Move ever so vigilantly with the sound of the whip,
Muscles sore, back burned and front scarred
No other escape other than death's card
By the warmth of the blazing summer sun
Hit harder, and harder until the cold stone breaks
And spreads to each part of your body that precipitates
Shed tears, cough blood, sweat like there's no tomorrow
For you could only hope that there is no tomorrow
Tik...
'Thug'
All has been done, the last piece set in stone
All that I regret is that mi love has not been shown
"To ye, my fair Juliet and to our little lass
To the wee lil tyke who looks up to his old man
I be sorry for ye all for you've yet to receive fatherly love"
For I have chosen the country's interests over my own.
Sailing master! search for land,
Turned forever hand in hand
Take it all in on your stride
It is ticking, falling down
Sailing master! search for land
Is everybody in?
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
Thousand thunderous tones continuously smash walls,
Shouts, the constant shouts of deafening pitch shriek.
Echoing vibes loudly quiver mimicking tyke calls,
Make living conditions unbearable here so too speak.
As passing hours swoop by, vision of pale white cheek
Creates an environment within endurable in a mind,
Still even now understands not why I left you behind.
Those memories, that we are thankfully blessed with,
Too simply close your eyes lie back and fly away.
All the recounts of stories, song and a ye' old myth
Held on a tip and flung just as quick the tongues sway,
Gently fluttering the air in a kind of a childish play.
Towards my god, I humbly give thanks so I thank.
Within my heart, all memories of you I gladly drank.
Prime flowers spray their scented aroma over green,
Whilst the honeybees hoard yellow buds of ambrosia.
Encircled by sweet tender winds and sun shines sheen,
Bathing light duplicating your lips of the genus rosa,
My lovin' breast heaves fondly with warmth of Jehovah.
Fading squalls diminish dreaming emphatically of you
Opportunistically implorin' to sweep up your essence hue.
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 9:14 AM UTC
That little creep..
..on the seat with his feet on the back..
..of the seat in front.
..and I'm standing here.
I want to tongue lash his ear.
I want to give him a bat around the head.
Get up you **** and give me a seat instead.
But I stay silent and smile..
..in a very short while the little tyke..
will be as old as me.
Then we'll see..
..how he likes to stand.
Not so bleedin' grand..is it..little ****
He's got all his life and I'm at the end
I'd like to send the little sod away..
..into the tomorrow of what became my today.
But I stay silent and smile.
File his face into a secret place..
..and I won't forget.
I bet he's thinking of marbles and conkers
While I'm still standing going ever so slightly incredibly bonkers.
Didn't he get taught to give up his seat on the bus..
..to old folk like us?
Little shit..but in a bit he'll be me
Haha, I laugh because then we will see
Just how he likes it.
Little ****
Before I go..just would like to you know..
..he got up and said,
"Would you like to sit here instead"
Such a nice young man.
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 3:17 AM UTC
The Day a Healer Did Weep,
The day did start with desire in the power of prayer,
Yond day would end in horrible, lingering, despair.
The moniters sounded a wretched shrill of doom,
In a blink, an instant, I wast whisked from the cubiculo,
The time did do cometh with swift, and desperate, finality,
While I did pray, and did beg God's holp, did do cometh lethality.
The leadeth leech would not giveth in until did pull away,
With the hurlyburly's end, We did weep together yond day,
This healer with emotion withdrawn, did do break down as a tyke,
The lady did has't this loving effect on all, in the very same like.
Ay, a life ended one warm, sunny, day in K.C,
Nay one erned, but doctors, nurses, and me,
Thither wast nay flowers, nay mourners, nay half staff,
Mine heart ripped ope as with a warrior's gaff.
I cherished, and did protect the lady all our time together,
I did fix all, did maketh things right, cometh high water, or nether,
I couldst nae fix this, nay matter how hard I would tryeth,
Thou can not imagine such teen as I did watch that lady vade, and die,
Nary one knave, nay matter whom they may ever beest,
Can beest did replace, Each life is precious, I wouldst decree,
I wilt declare this to thou, All those yond would listen,
Taketh nothing for did grant, leaveth not a thing missing.
Liveth each moment with thy love as t'would beest thy last,
Leaveth nay regrets in thy future, or eyeless in thy past,
Still cogitate thy love as thou did has't from the first,
Tf 't be true thou pause too long, thou can nea quench such a thirst.
Thither is nary joy in living with regret, teen, and grief,
Liveth each day did share as a gift, and treasure this life brief.
(Translation)
"The Day a Healer Wept,,
The day started with hope in the power of prayer,,
That day would end in horrible, lingering, despair,,
The moniters sounded a wretched shrill of doom,,
In a blink, an instant, I was whisked from the room,,
The time came with swift, and desperate, finality,,
While I prayed, and begged God's help, came lethality,,
The lead Doctor would not give up until pulled away,,
With the battle's end, We wept together that day,,
This doctor with emotion withdrawn, broke down as a tyke,,
She had this loving effect on all, in the very same like,,
Yes, a life ended one warm, sunny, day in K.C.,,
No one grieved, but doctors, nurses, and me,,
There were no flowers, no mourners, no half staff,,
My heart ripped open as with a warrior's gaff,,
I cherished, and protected her all our time together,,
I fixed all, Made things right, Come high water, or nether,,
I couldn't fix this, no matter how hard I would try,,
You can not imagine such pain as I watched her fade, and die,,
No one person, no matter whom they may ever be,,
Can be replaced, Each life is precious, I would decree,,
I will say this to you, All those that would listen,,
Take nothing for granted, Leave not a thing missing,,
Live each moment with your love as it would be the last,,
Leave no regrets in your future, or hidden in your past,,
Forever cogitate your love as you had from the first,,
If you pause too long, you can never quench such a thirst,,
There is no joy in living with regret, pain, and grief,,
Live each day shared as a gift, and treasure this life brief,,
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC
My name is Ben
I am ten
I’m down by the glen
It’s quite lonely here
Just me, Dad and the deer
We’ve ran away, you see
I don’t know who’s looking for me
My mam and maybe Lucy who’s three
My mam wanted us to go
Away from Dad, and all I know
To make a fresh start
In some foreign part
I told Dad, he called mum a ****
and said over his dead body
Was she taking me
I went for my usual stay
Every Sunday was Dad’s day
He asked me did I want a few days of school
We’d take a trip, I said “cool”
It feels like forever we’ve been here
Me, dad and the deer
I miss my mam, wish she were here
I even miss Lucy, who I thought I didn’t like
But I wish i could hold the little tyke
My name is Ben
I am ten
I’m down by the glen
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 11:04 AM UTC
Down the street, was proceeding a lone heart
In a weary rhythm of the rain
Driving her bike away she went
In the crowd of a buzy lane
As she passed getting wet
The raindrops hitting on her face,
Appeared a little beaming one
Waved his hand to slow her pace
Requesting her in his sweet little voice
*"O madam, please convey me
To a near by street on your way
For the rain is heavy"*, he did plea
On hearing this she did halt
Asking him to mount her bike
Drove further to her new destiny
And delivered away that little tyke
Hopping down from the roadster
"Thank you madam, may God bless thee"
Leaving the lone but now serene heart
He ran away towards his destiny
© by Ruman Hafsa
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 8:43 PM UTC
He drew his sword that day
and for his mistake some mayhem was insured
for the love of poetry forgive him
this creature of man, this fool of culture
Artist of many sorts
yet only master of one
Yes, he's mastered drinking very well
he will get a free ticket straight to hell
He's a little tyke
who falls off his bike
and for sensibility
has no sense of home
He screams and shouts
let's it all hang out
but that is just one poet
for pity is me, forgive me
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 1:16 PM UTC
I'm a gorgeous rose, blossoming with the dawn
Tear off the petals and leave only the thorns
No one sees the tears on this clown's face
but I've cried enough to wash me from this place
Heaven awaits, heaven awaits
Cage to stage, the lines that fade
I'm the king and I'm the fool
'Entertain! '
You're so **** vain
My life is wasted on you
Oh, you smiling faces, hold your applause
The ground grows flowers to hide scars of war
With the morning Sun I will rise, to meet the
man with the gun by his side - oppressive hands
All I have to lose are my chains!
Heaven awaits, heaven awaits
Eighty-six shots fired
Eighty-six shots fired
Eighty-six shots fired into me
Eighty-six shots fired, I'm struggling to breathe
Eighty-six shots fired, my heart ceases to beat
Eighty-six shots fired, to set me free!
Rage pent-up inside of me
rusting my sanity
You'll have no pardon,
beg you please
What is this word ‘humanity'?
If I make it out this place,
I'll find out where you cowards lay
No blood will drain out from my face
As I stomp you to your ******* graves!
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC
something as simple as trying your shoes
it doesn't seem to be a big deal
but to me who always would refuse
never saw the appeal
until the girl across the street
saw me as she passed through
and looked at both my feet
she said "Let me show you"
she taught me a lot of things
from tying my shoes and riding a bike
to how to jump of the swings
I didn't know then as a tyke
back when I was still so small
that we would grow apart
I would loose them in a loll
the mother that held my heart
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 3:27 PM UTC
to live. I've the sun in
the mornin, the soft blades
of grass sprinkled wet
with dew. The jay's on the wire
in their blue and white attire
and the chipmunks playing peek-
a-boo. The clouds roll in like candlepins
down on a strike. But they're just
a tyke that needs to be sent
to his room. No more drama, I can
walk around in my pajamas till
noon. Dance in the light of the full
moon. Not wearing a thing
‘cept rosehip perfume. Just the three of us
flying high in the marmalade sky -
me, myself, and I.
Sep 3, 2022
Sep 3, 2022 at 7:14 AM UTC
A myriad of people I see.
I lay my eyes upon their deep agony.
A father rejoins broken slippers for his pedestrian tyke.
A couple shops for clothes on the roadside.
A mother holds her daughter and subjected to a terrible cold.
The rickshaw puller shouts for them to move away.
He has his own place to be and children to transport.
They all have their destinations and
sights they need to see.
The clothing they need to wear
and lifestyles they wish to be.
It’s the life they got.
It’s not sure if they wanted it.
With the gaze of an outer observer
I see,
and be unable to read
their thoughts and dreams.
I long to know
the places they are in
and the places they want to be.
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 2:01 PM UTC
he be wearing blue nails now
same shade as me,
acting like all them girls
try to be his wannabes,
growing out his hair too,
stylish but freak,
taking dance lessons but
he can't take the lead.
sings just like a popstar,
but he only knows Swift,
says he got a trainer but,
he can't even lift,
think he just goes to the gym to
check out boys he missed,
but then he like 'I'm straight, no'
when people catch his drift.
way into his fashion,
maybe it's himself he likes,
cause all he wants is privacy,
when I ask him who he'd try,
talks like Conor Franta when
he talks about his life,
and once he almost fainted when
McHandsome called him 'tyke'.
uses the word 'daddy' when
he's talking bout a guy,
sensed him on my gaydar
and I'm quite sure he ain't bi,
told me he may have
a similar interest with I-
nevermind just got a text
he's trans? oh...oh my!
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC