Clearly you aren't smart ehnogh,
To cover you're tracks and yet
I can pretend to be you and ruin you,
For even attempting to take what's mine
To being my copy cat, because you're slowly becoming me.
Though we all know you can't top, we all know you have a history of copying and pasting things from other pepole,
Though likely whom copied from this time,
Has copy right for you, god I'll luagh
When that copy right infregiment is in you're mail.
Or even when you're life is ruined more,
Because you tried to use someone who,
Apprently forgot everyone,
Witch taking advantage of pepole
Pisses me off.
So do me a favor,
And do as you're own password says,
Because "haha"
For you have asked for death.
YOU ARE READING
Sea of death - Poetry
PuisiA book of poetry I wrote, was published on other things. Or it's stright up a call out / vent about someone. And typically those ones are obviously about someone.
