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He Said She Said Jan 2014
Hide and go Seek Yourself Out


Destiny's a fickle date; you can dance and dance and dance all night,
tip toe tap tap tap your feet and waltz jagged lines until your soles bleed,
dance one direction then off in another trailing ****** footprints,
evidence of where you've been - a hint at where you'll go,
it's never so simple though, is it?

Maybe your date never wanted to go to the ball,
maybe you took her out on a picnic,
rolling green hills and a sunset,
"oh oh oh no" though, "no no no" she says,
Destiny, Destiny - she throws you for a loop,
Hooks, jabs, cancer, unemployment, all thrown the same way by she that crazy ***** Destiny,
but that's OK you roll with the proverbial punches,
duck, bob and weave your way through life to make it to your end goal of bedding Destiny!

or did you?

You could do it all right and still not get her, not meet expectations,
a long night with lustful, kissless lips longing for Destiny.

Nothing is certain.

Nothing is certain but that the night will end,
and when it does where will you be?
Will it be where you wanted to be?
Does it matter?

Of course not; because wherever you will be you will be with your Destiny.
Life analogy from drinking too much tonight, another one to tweek and play around with over the next couple days - Him
He Said She Said Dec 2013
Dear Whiny Fat *****,

Stop whining you fat *****.

I don't find your curve(s) beautiful as it falls short of feminine,
breast and hip bring forth lust like a tray of holiday cookies,
helpful internet sayings are fatty ***-deurves
you devour them,
greedy mouths pointed teeth digging in to every bit of it because why work hard when you can talk loud?
Why go for a jog when you can misquote Marilyn?
Why choose the salad when the big mac's just as beautiful?

It's not
I do not envy gluttony,
I do not envy sloth,
I do not lust for them.

double zero may not be attractive but throwing a 2 in front of it is fatty-icing on the cake,
so talk about "oppression" while you scoff down more than Ebo and his family have had in a week,
starvation and desperation dancing intertwined tip-toeing around his house,
he wakes up one morning to his sons tears because all he's had is a slice of bread
while you decide to treat yourself to an ice cream ***' you didn't supersize today

You can call me an *******,
let molten words flick from your tongue,
lace'm with lava and let them fly
but at the end of the day you only have yourself to blame
This is oh so very rough at the moment, probably gonna refine it over the next week as I just did this because I couldn't sleep. I get this is a pretty mean piece but I'm actually pretty reasonable about this, although I do think "Fat Acceptance" is pants on head *******. Feel free to be mad in the comments about it - Him
He Said She Said Dec 2013
Who gives a ****!
Melody is dead. Give your heads a shake.
Yeah probably, I'll do it tonight. -Her
He Said She Said Dec 2013
I say no wrong I've seen her thong,
She works it like a pro!
We should probably make these one poem - Him
He Said She Said Dec 2013
Melody was a sweet girl! She'd never gotten off on the wrong note with anyone before.
This is some kind of sick line you've dropped and sir you're all wrong.
-Her
He Said She Said Dec 2013
Strapped for cash she shook her ***,
they called her Melody
- Him
He Said She Said Dec 2013
But no body can be found.
It's a tragedy that dear Melody hasn't made a sound.
- Her
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