Ucla Psyche
You have seen the damage fights can do
You heard sirens passing you
Yet still you raise your hand in haste
Cause the claims you made can't win debates
Perhaps you need your attitude adjusted
Perhaps you need the feelings of your trusted.
You say I'm good but my talent reeks
The words I say don't match my speech
You cannot hear, words you do not know
So you judging me I will let that go
My taste and yours, they do not mix
And for that you think, your fists will fix
Whose talent reeks
whose talent speaks
Whose talent knows
The roads to go?
Perhaps you need your attitude adjusted
Perhaps you need the feelings of your trusted
You will be come weak and sorry, and swear in name
Yet the histories their so who can you blame
I will drop my pants and bare my ass
And show you sir a tattoo that lasts !
Copyright © Lorraine Peterson | Year Posted 2022
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