Catch a Clue
The multitude of fake people
makes me shutter.
I wish humanity would wipe away this clutter.
Morbid I know,
but I think I'd go that low
to rid the world
of those who romance such lies.
Then theirs those that are lazy.
These people simply drive me crazy.
Those that have no drive
sit on there couch with apple pie,
getting so fat
just waiting to die.
Then in desperation you cry, cry, cry,
Forget the wider door!
It shouldn’t matter anymore>
Find a strong will,
to repair your weak heart.
Getting off your ass makes a good start.
How about those that are always angry?
Some of them I wouldn’t mind to find hanging,
In the closet of your choice.
Hey I’m just your proactive supportive voice.
We don’t need you around.
With you
everything’s a down.
Conversation so bitter,
It taste just like the ground.
Maybe if you found a whore
Your life wouldn’t be such a bore.
Even then I don’t know if that will help you.
Then there are those that are just to pretty.
Stuck in the mirror,
working themselves up into a tizzy.
over there hair being a little frizzy.
How about the too much makeup you put on?
Girl you need clown shoes to complete that style.
Why don’t you try going natural once and a while.
Your vanity
Not respectable.
Even though under that paint your delectable,
But still not respectable
If any of this should ring true for you,
All I can say is
Catch a clue,
because theirs really nobody that
respects you
Copyright © Jay O'Neal | Year Posted 2011
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