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Trust Me

I'm independent
I'm inappropriate 
Eating potaters...
Eatin' its fiber flavors
I made a difference in someone's life...
I'm like a Cub - I can get you out and about - 
I'm like a bat - so mysterious and discreet
I'm as silent as a grave, but I do behave
Holler like hale 
Holler like hale...
Work with wretchedness, whistling...
Popping pills of pleasure beyond measure
I'm independent
I'm inappropriate 
Eating potaters...
Eatin' its fiber flavors
I made a difference in someone's life...
I'm like a Cub - I can get you out and about - 
I'm like a bat - so mysterious and discreet
I'm as silent as a grave, but I do behave
Holler like hale 
Holler like hale...
Work with wretchedness, whistling...
Popping pills of pleasure beyond measure

Trust is a must and I trust my gut instincts
Eating like a pig, fed hormones hatefully...
I'm a milk, as soft as silk; but, I bite with bilk...
I'm sorry for everything 
For claiming...doing my thing...
Don't go chicken on me...
Not everything or everyone are free...

I'm overrated...
I'm jaded...
I'm faded...
Constantly hated...
I'm underrated...
I'm happy...
I'm joyful...
I'm faithful...
I'm full of love from above...

I'm independent
I'm inappropriate 
Eating potaters...
Eatin' its fiber flavors
I made a difference in someone's life...
I'm like a Cub - I can get you out and about - 
I'm like a bat - so mysterious and discreet
I'm as silent as a grave, but I do behave
Holler like hale 
Holler like hale...
Work with wretchedness, whistling...
Popping pills of pleasure beyond measure
I'm independent
I'm inappropriate 
Eating potaters...
Eatin' its fiber flavors
I made a difference in someone's life...
I'm like a Cub - I can get you out and about - 
I'm like a bat - so mysterious and discreet
I'm as silent as a grave, but I do behave
Holler like hale 
Holler like hale...
Work with wretchedness, whistling...
Popping pills of pleasure beyond measure

Epic and energetic I have become...I dress the way I feel like dressing...to not draw attention to me, but to inspire many
Don't snitch...
Don't tell em...
Sh! Quite down in there...
Just high as a kite and will live life without a care...
Trust me, I know
My eyes don't wander
Go with the fliow
My mind does ponder

I'm independent
I'm inappropriate 
Eating potaters...
Eatin' its fiber flavors
I made a difference in someone's life...
I tell only white lies...
I can't cover them this time
I end up in this silent well
I'm moving out of my shell

My heart is burning like hell - trust me

Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2016

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Poet Destroyer A Date: 4/4/2016 11:34:00 PM I'd like to hear this one read out loud .. Awesome flow. Ha, above all the racket and burning sensation. I think your one mellow, easy going potater loving poet. The end seems to burst with energy. No holding you back.... well done. Linda Login to Reply J.W. Earnings Date: 4/4/2016 11:38:00 PM Really now? That would be sick! In fact, I have a broadcast on younow - check me out on there. I do broadcasts weekly. :) I will make sure to read this one aloud. I am! Potatoes are my favorite vegetable EVER. I eat them everyday. I am nuts to be frank. Thank you. :) J.W. Earnings Date: 4/4/2016 11:38:00 PM Repetition is, actually, good in poetry. :) It gets the reader thinking up a storm.