You think you're pretty hot,
And girl its true, I s'pose you are,
But you won't look so damn hot
When I hit you with my car.
No you don't look so good now hun,
No you don't look so damn sweet;
With a broken neck & smashed up legs
And hands that look like feet.
You think you're pretty clever,
Girl you think you're pretty smart,
'Til I rip your heart out with my teeth,
And put it in a jar.
No you don't look so damn clever,
Girl, you don't look none to bright,
With your rolling eyes and swollen tongue,
And your heart with me at night.
You think your pretty generous,
Girl you think you're so damn kind,
Until I pump you full of L.S.D
And watch you lose your mind.
No you don't look so damn giving
While you're climbing up the wall.
Let's climb atop this building
And see if you fly or fall.
I do these things to clip your wings
And bring you down a peg.
Because you think your high and mighty
Girl I'd like to see you beg.
You think you're all these lovely things,
But everyone can see,
That you're no better than anyone;
And no better than me.
YOU ARE READING
Bloody Words
PoésiePoems for the twisted souls who dance at night. The cauldron stirrers, aorta slurpers down right damned to hell life usurpers. We all have a dark side, I invite you to enjoy yours. For the broken and the damned walk amongst us every day.
