That's quite some trick
Though you know I'm tired of cleaning up your sick
You write like you have no limit
But dear you've already hit it
That's quite some trick
Your fruitless pursuits sure are sick
You chase your goals like a man on a mission
But you never stop to think it's me you're missin’
That's quite a new trick
Parading around like you're not a dick
You collect words but you never use them
You collect women and all you do is abuse them
You're quite the show
Crooning canary, like I don't know
You accumulate lies
Yet you still manage to make women believe you own the skies
You're writing every hour and as you do you collect more power
But you forget
I'm not done yet
You say I'm a witch
But you haven't begun to prepare for the switch
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Attempts
PoetryA small collection of the excuses I call poetry. I'm not a poet but if you need a light read, here you go
