You're a prick,
Who only seems to think with his dick.
Have some fucking respect,
Stop being a stereotype,
Think about the concept,
Before you take a swipe.
Life is not an episode of Made In Chelsea
So quit fucking that girl called Kelsey,
Was that her name, I wasn't paying attention
When you're boasting about being a heartbreaker
The only thing you are is a loser, a taker and a faker.
Not cool, dude
Talking shit only makes you rude,
You want to make girls cry because you've wept,
Been through shit which I can't rhyme
For it would be a crime
To share something personal that's not mine,
But you're still a prick.
Excuses, worn out, weathered excuses,
Used time after time to make you feel like the big man,
You've become what you hate,
Yeah, a user, mate.
I feel sorry for those girls under your spell,
All of you just buying into high school type drama for a cheap thrill,
When you really should be trying to excel,
At life, love and laughter. You know, stuff that's swell.
You're really ain't all that, you twat,
No-one really wants to deal with that drama,
This aint a Hollywood movie,
You're more bogus than Bogart,
Your Instagram pics scream pretention,
'yah yah look at uber cool need to share everything' is not a good look,
And your witty captions are so subtle I almost can't handle the tension,
Of not knowing what you mean when you quote a random book.
You're a prick,
And yeah, I'm taking the mick.
YOU ARE READING
The Wasted Hearts Society
Poetry"I just want you to know that my red lipstick isn't for you tonight/ Swaying in the permanent darkness as I throw the heels off/ It's just this loneliness of the night I crave/ My indifference is going to hit you like a tidal wave." A series of poe...
