Dont Hate Me Because I'M Beautiful
Punch DruNk
in
syllable havoc..
Counting cutters
and their
woes
of
tragic..
I
sense sorrow
and
sensual sound..
Babies
bred by
crack
head
hounds..
I
long to feed them
twisted verse
before your treason
bleeds their worth..
As an "Elitist"
scum
I
crave to cum
in the mouths
without
a
Philosophical curse..
But I must
wait in line
stand behind
the
Crowd of cons..
A.K.A.
"Prenatal Johns"
that
here by solemely swear
royalty
comes impaired
prepared with
sticky notes
groupie votes
and
NO class "quotes"
So
before I close
these
tasteless prose
I
toast to those..
Pre
Diss
Posed...
Copyright © Kimmy Thieleke | Year Posted 2012
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