Contemplating
Being a selfish little twit
Who needs a new set of tits.
Now that's the shit.
But I'm being a selfish little prick
Letting you think I'm not.
When in reality
I think of you all
As my deepest thoughts.
That's conquering me
And punishing me
Because I knew
I was at the servant's need
No king bested me
I had no kingdom
To be taken.
That's why I pent up all this rage
Let it out
With just such little haze.
Fear not friends of mine
You can see clearly
As white as the rain.
I am a giver
Who gets none
Because I'm such a helper
Who receives no funds
Yet all the other douches
They get some.
Its just funny
Simply because.
Well I don't know.
I can't bury my mind with another hoe.
I can barely get myself up in this
Old jimmy hoe.
I'm talking like I was saving you from the blow
Of setbacks.
You need to
Take a step back
Because
I'll be mister nice guy
Who wants to wack off
To the size is right.
And that's the clever key
I'll bet you eat me with some mayonnaise.
Because I'm a sandwich
on par.
And that's the funny part.
You can't see me
I'm like a horrible person
But please believe me.
I'll say pretty shit
And buy you flowers.
Giving me head
Is all I'm after
Now this is just another drunk post though.
I think for awhile I'm making too many of those.
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The diary of a fiend
Poetry100+ poems that depict the intentions, dreams, and nightmares of a young writer and his battles to control his demons, vises, and life
