Let's play a game.
It should be something y'all played before.
She's hideous,
but she's not pretty.
She's gigantic,
but she's not skinny.
She's stupid,
but she's not smart.
She brung razors,
not pills.
She's now lays in a casket,
not her bed.
She hated society,
because society hated her.
Now tell me,
who won the game?
YOU ARE READING
The Ink Pen In My Brain
PoetryThis is poetry that I'm either writing in class or writing on my free time. If I am able to, then I'll tell y'all what kind of poem it is so that y'all that are in school can have examples. Hope y'all enjoy :)
