You're like a virus,
Attack my heart.
Look at my iris,
It's torn apart.
Your like a sore to my eye.
Your a bug,
Like a dirty fly.
Your quite smug;
For a guy,
On a drug,
That reddens the sky.
Half a dozen thought,
None are what I want.
I think I just ought,
To stop your flaunt,
Of these awful things you've brought.
I know it might be wrong.
I haven't thought at all.
I watch you hit a bong.
I don't listen for your calls.
You are red,
Often in dread;
Of all the things you've said.
Stop messing with my head.
Stop being blue,
Or I'll have to sue.
You hang with a crew,
Please stop and chew.
Don't choke on your food.
A fire,
Inspire.
A tire.
A wire.
Retire.
The end.
Please let this message
send...
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
