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Sinful Lamb Chops

I am cool, the most awesome, amazing in everything i do
I get whatever i want with a wink of an eye
they praise me , they want to be me  ,thats not a lie
they ask me how i hold up an entire crowd
how iget the spotlight , how they laugh out loud
i am on top of this world, queen bee 
flocks follow my trail,im swift im free
only concern of my fickle mind is how to be loved
my prefect hair my perfect ironed shirt  cluffed
So many seas , restless waves roaring crack my pretentious walls
self destructive shocks , crumbles my existence as i fall
the pain of the interior ,no one knows, i never admit
the shining ship sails perfectly on the exterior,being strong
i feed my ego everyday, it grows and slithers always satisfied
desires fulfilled , bloated with lust and greed
there hangs in the midst of the worldly pleasures
a vague feeble being with ragged edges, coughs and smells
too weak to raise a voice , been hurled with stones of self esteem
claws of lust scar her already weak and wounded knees
while i laugh and enjoy the showers of praise and attraction
she sits in a drought of honesty and existence
im stuffed,yet i want more,ripping up those lamb chops cruelly
she starves in heat asks me to feed her
she yells and shouts but it becomes less and less distinct
I am so busy , iam so hot, so proud of my achievements
she thirsty shes being pulled away, she tried  to hold on
but i shrugged her away, the smell , the stink i couldnt bear
was messing up with my perfume of appeal
so she is lost in me, wanders around till she can stand nomore
she falls down , her cries become  deep sighs
im happy she doesnt bother me,during my trips and highs
She's almost dead, hungry and thirsyt while i eat these lamb chops
i feed my ego like a mother feeds its hungry child
neglection for my soul, because she cant demand no more
she's boring , she cant turn heads she messes upmy flow
i want to stab her in the middle of the night, i want to be free
i tried and i felt the pain, i  realized shes a part of me
shes lifeless as it is, but she'll never leave
the day she stops protesting, ill no longer be.



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  1. Date: 11/25/2012 7:45:00 PM
    The struggle is monumental. There's so many times emotions are mixed up. There's a down to every up.

  1. Date: 11/1/2012 12:31:00 AM
    wow! I love how you describe the battle within. I find comfort in your writing.

  1. Date: 9/28/2012 2:21:00 AM
    Wow! Wow! Wow! That is really something Mary! You griped me with this fine piece...

  1. Date: 9/21/2012 4:47:00 PM
    heavy