Unpleasant Bruises To a Pg Pic
Here she come in a cloud of rage.
Who?
Violet.
Shut up, you know that’s my baby.
Hovering with her beauty as we speak.
She crazy man, she crazier than Sofia.
Monica, why show sour grapes for
my love of violet?
As a friend I have to tell you
that you sound plum, stupid.
As long as I can be her Prince.
Be her pick from all the shrub,
as music, strums.
She weeds through the fog, the haze
and with hungry eyes, see…
Ernie, you know how many
sorry saps that love Violet.
So, whine.
Throw an almost stormy fit
because you’re squished feelings are
comical to the girl with the long loosie.
Sit, calm they’re all pictured blue
for that tan, bimbo.
You mad cause she accidentally stomped on your donuts
that one time.
You dang right and how can you accidentally stomp donuts?
Well anyways for seasons as skies turn
she's always posted like she's the shine for the end of days.
Smirking at your egged face.
So plant it boy. Perp...pull back.
She don't want you.
You're not that girls primary focus.
2/14/18 "Sunrise and sunset" - Poetry Contest
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