I hate your guts
You operating bits, and nuts
Why do you curse me with
Your inconvience
You lag
Making my face sag
I want to throw you in fire
you make me sad, like mire
Your crash
Burning road rash
I want to smash
Your blank face
Why do you
Erase my program
Why only one gig
Of ram
You are foreign and type another
make me feel Smother-ED
I thought you said we could be friends
Set new trends, make amends.
But you lied as you died
You took my trust, curb stop, rust, cackle, bust.
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful/Sorrow
DiversosI can't and write happy poetry. Not because I'm never happy but because its my misery that spawns creativity. It's my agony that lets me know I was once happy and that I can feel that again. To see the joy in life despite the chaos this world is in...
