Sajdah Al-Riyami Poet Couplet

Stuck Up

I can’t take your wining
Or you’re crying and fussing
I’m dead beat of your selfish moves
And the acts you seem to “prove”

I can’t take your hypocrite act
A fraud in fact
And lets discuss about your medieval plots
The devil shots

You scrap
You nag
You pick this fight
You brawl your might

But No, it’s not your fault
She too fought 
She too nagged
And she went mad

For your wellbeing
End being
The stacked up Snob
Pretending as though this a job

Prevent the spear of the grass
The puffs of the clouding gas
The shower of your sweat spills
And just chill

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James Marshall Goff June 13, 2009 at 4:38 AM ouch! godd therapeutic poem! Saidah, Jim

Jay Loveless June 8, 2009 at 11:04 AM Awesome! I LOVE This. Could Throw A Few Name To This. Keep It Up!

Alley Poe June 6, 2009 at 1:25 PM Great descriptions. Love the third stanza. -Alley

Adeleke Adeite May 29, 2009 at 5:29 AM Interesting piece with lovely imageries. You are such a great poet. Keep your poetry pens dancing to the drum beat of your dreams… great you! Leke

Kristin Reynolds May 29, 2009 at 4:02 AM Thjat last line says it all. she sounds like she could use a good ole chill-pill. :) a great way of writing out a snob - as you said, it will end being. right on, man. love, Kristin