Monday, March 29, 2010
73rd- just gimme back
Mike checking...
This is the queue where i start rapping, rhyming,
no difference cause i don't have a beat to rhyme to...
so i'm typing,
rhyming and type types or ripe, raw words in mind.
Have any?
Any words to spare?
any words to spare to make me care
about your life here and there.
Where?
In the toilet bowl too? where?
As i stare and glare
and dare to choose to bare
with your excuse.
The thought of you thinking that i used
you is produced and never reduced
and using it to confuse and fuse
my reality so that to illude
me that you're not gonna elude and conclude
that i was in the wrong feud to begin with, dude?
And now i sit here forgetting you... but you always come and intrude.
~Am i that weak? weak to give sympathy and pity every week of this short life stick?
You a trick which i now finally see, so to speak.
Jerking off at...
4:24 PM