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Woman in 2017

Fight hard 
as long as you're not too defensive
or worse, stronger than him
so we can't tell that he hit you
so we don't have to pick up your slack

Speak your mind
as long as your voice isn't louder than his
or worse, too assertive or contradicting it
so you say something worth listening to
so he can get his word in edgewise 

Make it rain
as long as you don't make more than him
or worse, take his
so you're not a gold digger
so you can't get out from under his umbrella

Be a damsel
as long as your inevitable distress doesn't cause unrest
or worse, distract from his 
so you know how to fend for yourself 
so we don't have to hear you whine

Stay in shape 
as long as your muscles aren't too bulky 
or worse, bigger than his
so you're easy on the eyes
so you don't hurt his pride

Seduce sweetly
as long as you're not a slut
or worse, a whore
so he wants you
so you think that's what your worth is

Make this house a home
as long as you don't forget who makes the bread around here
or worse, forget to put his dinner on the table
so that you're a good homemaker
so that you have no valid claim to what he makes

Be everything
Be nothing


Copyright © I.Spit.Ink SaruhRosen | Year Posted 2017


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Gold-digger

Well, now that I am registered officially,
into the ranks of those who search and dig,
for gold, and paper that's done and serialized,
or plastic that buys the pleasures on high,
I might as well sit down and think hard,
about all that I will buy with gold and paper,
serialized and plastic that shines,

First a bouquet for mama to say 'thank you'.
and wish her sunshine and rainbows too,
and not sun to scorch her chocolate skin,
but rainbows to herald goodwill and peace.

Then I might try to buy a voice, as loud as,
can be to join all the others that sound,
and call for what a child needs to grow and sing,
the time to play, learn and be loved, more time.

Most of all, I'll ask not to buy this one, it is priceless,
true friends to love now, forever and always, eternally
not perfect because I am far from the best,
but whose love, like mine, does not need justification.

So you see, what I want needs just a penny to buy,
and what I need wants no money to purchase,
so why the hassle to wear a veil and deceit,
to go down the vents, with spade and pans.

And now I will pay the price it will take
to be unregistered officially from the ranks,
of those who dig and search, for gold and paper,
maybe plastic that shines and buys,
and if you want and care, here I offer,
my friendship with no charge, no price tag.


Copyright © Juliet Maruru | Year Posted 2008


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One Night Stand

90 down the expressway and I’m handling this stick 
I am the true definition of a ride or die chick

Changing lanes, swerving in and out of traffic
Head in your lap, and I’m working my magic

Doing things to you that you’ll never forget
I thought I told you from the start that I’m an exhibitionist

You can take me anywhere, I don’t care who sees
Say you want it now and I will fall to my knees

I don’t care who’s watching, I hope they enjoy the show
Mind blowing sex like this, they will never know

The original Mrs. Nasty, Janet stole that name
I enjoy it nice and slow, but I thrive off the pain

Take a hit of me, and I’ll control your mind
Believe me when I tell you, I am one of a kind

I don’t want your money; keep your diamonds and pearls
Not a gold digger, a money sniffer, I’m not a material girl
I just need a Mandingo warrior who can rock my world

I am not the quiet type. I’ll loudly scream and shout.
I dont want to make love, just tryin' to get my back blown out

I don’t want to be your baby’s momma; you can keep the baby carriage
I’m not trying to lock you down; I don’t want your hand in marriage

This is just a booty call, a sexual relationship
Please don’t get too clingy, I don’t want your commitment

I might call you Papi, when I need a helping hand
Or I may not call you at all. This was just a one night stand



Copyright © ChiquitaChiamaka Baity | Year Posted 2011


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If Only...

If I could but do things all over again,
retrace my steps back to where I started,
I would do things quite differently.

I shouldn’t have…

   idiotically fallen for your innocent exterior,
   blind to the evil lurking deep in your soul.

   let myself be hypnotized by sensuality
   that hid your latent, calculating cruelty.

   splurged like a love-starved teenager,
   giving my all to a shameless gold digger.

   loved you and let you turn this shell of a man 
   into a total wreck now devoid of self-respect.
   
   left the comforting embrace of hearth and family,
   seduced by your faithless assassin charm. 

I should have…

   listened to my conscience whispering, imploring
   me not to be swayed by the allure of the flesh.   

   used my common sense, my brain, not my loins,
   to turn back the power of your magical spell.

   been content with my good woman’s love,
   dispelling lust and the folly of my ways.

   crushed you before getting myself entangled
   within your web of deceit and false promises.

It's cold out here in the street, no roof over my head,
shivering, trembling, on this wind-swept evening.

If only I could do things all over again...
God, if only I could.
    


Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito | Year Posted 2007


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Gold Digger

You go to work,
toil hard all day.
Works for me,
keeps you out of my way.
At the end of the month
you get your salary,
then you can buy me gifts,
with which to lavish me.

Wine and dine me
a few times a week,
then another I wont seek.
I need my hair done,
you can pay
but don't hang around,
you don't have to stay.

I'll even let you cook for me,
I'll have Lobster Frittata for my tea.
Dom Perignon is the drink I choose
but no plonk please,
no cheap booze.

We can go to Paris for the  weekend,
I'm sure you wont mind if I bring a friend.
Then we'll go shopping  and you can come too.
There'll be bags to carry,
there'll be quite a few.

If you get tired,
I suppose you can stop
but I'll carry on to the next shop.
I  test drove a sports car,
that was really nice,
I said you'd buy it,
didn't notice the price.

I'll sleep in the bed,
you can stay in that chair.
You can get a blanket,
you'll  be comfy there.

What's all that?
Is that my stuff?
What do you mean,
you've had enough?
Why are my bags by the door?
What do you mean,
you don't love me anymore?


Copyright © Jenny brewer | Year Posted 2013


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GOLD DIGGER

               
    
                                                         GOLD DIGGER
                  Once, a gold digger I met.                              
With passion, the goldmine all night long she dug   .

                What a way to discover a talent
                 A grave digger she became.
 For, her grave she dug, whilst for gold she dug.
 



Copyright © marvel Godwyn | Year Posted 2011


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Greed

Greed is a gambler...dropping the dice...high anxiety rambler
Roller coaster ride...eyes and ears set to extreme
Back and forth up and down...black, blue, and blurred in a blink in the breeze
Jokers always looking for that big jackpot...red lights roar and the sirens scream
Endlessly searching for that sure fire scheme
Stain glass sinner on a winning week

Greed is a gangster...pulling big paper and pushing bad bullets
Hair trigger henchman getting bigger and badder
Rob to get richer...gruesome giant starts to grow
Grabbing and getting...never giving back what he stole
Teardrops on tombstones...still ruthlessly he rolls

Greed is a gold digger...Pearl necklace on a pig
Smooth and sexy swine
Drunk on diamonds and dollars...demoness dressed so divine
Keep taking until it's all took
Corrupt with the coochie...that cutie's a crook
Sweat stains on the silver spoon
Her shadows turn to slaves
Prostitute her pride but she's still getting paid

Greed runs out of gas and leaves it's victims burned and bashed
Lies get told like whips and lashes leaving you cashed out cold just like a hot check
Greed always gets another to do its dark bidding
so it can live longer and keep on sinning
Greed says the grass is always greener on the other side of the hole
Greedy death is what you get when your master is more


Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2015


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A goodbye caused by discrimination

Goodbye friend indeed
For I wish not to say this
Class has given the verdict
Coins have won the battle
Thus they say
Inferior is my clan
They say I am a gold digger
They called me a scavenger
They say rag is my skin
I tell you
I wish not to be an eminent of pauper
Fingers are not equal
All fruits don't ripen the same time
Oh fate!
Partiality is your name.


Copyright © Olukosi Ibitoye | Year Posted 2011


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PLAYER 1

I spit game proper, like a pro-batter, I got the right stroke
I work deals, like it's Black-Friday, I'm far from broke
I can't help but make the girl proud and gay
Want some of my time, like takes, you too gotta' pay

She don't act up, but she's so bad, discipline

Put her in time-out, punishment, a great beatin'

When I'm hittin' her good, she calls me daddy

I'm her trophy, showcase me, friends wish they had me

Too easy, always give it up, her man call it robbery

Termite, loves wood, told me have my log handy

Do what I order, like a puppet, no-strings-attached

Not a crook, but like a purse, your chick got snatched

Not intimate, gold-digger, money makes her cum

It's me, her, and a bag of money, three-sum

You got flushed-down-the-drain, but I'm the crap, feces

You're gone, don't make 'em like me, endangered species

Got fire-wood, leave the 'coochie' smoking like a Newport

Done with you, on to the next, long stick, but life's short

Get attached, space myself, I come around less

Bad sex, back-stabbing, bull, I ain't with the B.S


Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013


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PISTOL READY 1

Hood fellow, pull her hair like I do the trigger
Plenty of cash, don't care if she's a gold-digger
She broke-up with her ex and got me, lost and found
Get in bed, take out my pistol, let off a round
Shoot her up, shoot her up, bang, bang
Blowing on my mic', the best song she ever sang

The chick's riding me, she started to pant

She dropped down low, started giving brain, transplant

She's eating that wood, like she's a termite

Got something to quench her thirst, but it's not sprite

I think I might go down-town, to get some dessert

She's like a water gun when she climax, squirt

Always takes showers, but she's oh so dirty

Started at three, it's going on four-thirty

Make sure I meet her needs, you're a minute man

She say I got flavor, but you're kinda' bland

I'm speeding, you get home at six, it's rush-hour

Gotta' clean up for you, hit it in the shower

She's so wet, it's like swimming in the ocean

Hop out the shower, dry off, wipe her down with lotion

Starts to get upset, said she wanted me to stay

Ain't in Florida, but she might go M.I.A


Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013


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Gold Digger

half his age
and nearly twice his
height
pretty as a picture
but none too bright
 
he loves her open
arms (and legs) –
his “tart”
spread-eagled on his
sports-car’s bonnet
 
she likes him for
his open mind and
open heart
but most of all –
his open wallet
 
she intends to stick
with him through
thick and thicker
and is most
“concerned” about
his dodgy ticker



you can see my
illustration &
original poem on my
blog here -

http://tap-p.com/2014/08/22/gold-digger/


Copyright © David Sollis | Year Posted 2014


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PISTOL READY 2

Hood fellow, pull her hair like I do the trigger
Plenty of cash, don't care if she's a gold-digger
She broke-up with her ex and got me, lost and found
Get in bed, take out my pistol, let off a round
Shoot her up, shoot her up, bang, bang
Blowing on my mic', the best song she ever sang

Got flavor, cold with all this ice, like a 'Slurpee'

Got something for your chick to drink, she slurps me

Definitely ain't praying, but she gets on her knees

Her head game is fire, nine-hundred-degrees

It's like she's educating me, gives me good brain

While she's down there, I pull her hair, like a horse's mane

She's a vampire, sucking on the neck of my second head

Not the one on my shoulders, but the one used in bed

She told me to eat her out, went down and bit it

She can't stand violence, but loves the way I hit it

Beat the 'Coochie' up, bedroom turned into a boxing arena

Call it domestic violence, no court, no subpoena

Riding me, I'm thinking 'bout gettin' her a saddle

We rocking the boat right now, ain't got a paddle

Making a movie, this the best part, 'bout to climax

She loves when I come over, got everything her man lacks


Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013


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The kind of wife you marry when you have no money

When you don’t have money, there is the kind of wife you marry
You marry her for she is marriageable in a hurry
That way, you save yourself time and money
And cross your fingers that life with her will be sunny

She does not stand out; she may not be so pretty
She is not so educated, and neither is she that witty
But since you are not rich, you are unqualified to judge
Just kiss her every night, even if you don’t feel the urge

She may not be the one in your dreams, the one you imagined
But she is right there with you, while the other one is in the wind
You will always look at and desire other women, for men are hunters
But she cooks, cleans and sleeps besides you, and that’s all that matters

You don’t love her or hate her, you just don’t know how you feel about her
You want to spend as little time with her and the rest of the time at the bar
But she won’t be the ideal wife no matter how much you drink
You are searching for happiness, but you know she is not the link

If you had been rich, you would have married someone else instead
But she is the one here now, and she is still a woman God made
The other one was looking for a man who had already made it
But this one kind of likes you even if you have no credit

With time, the little love you had for her seems to grow
While the gold digger has been digging and is now down low
The man who had made it has no more gold, so the gold digger must go
While the wife you married turns to gold and now you know

When you don’t have money, be glad for the kind of wife you marry
Don’t marry her just because she is marriageable in a hurry
Marry her for she is giving you her time and time is money
The heart is hidden gold; it takes time to polish it to make life sunny


Copyright © Jack Nganga | Year Posted 2015


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The Gold Digger

When you see her face
bucks are written all over
waiting to find her victim

Drinking your own blood
until you are fully drained
hah all the way to the bank..


Copyright © Jotting Thoughtssite | Year Posted 2016


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gold digger

killing for love? we should out grow it 
unless it's for deceivers and you know it
those less fortunate charity recievers
those pretty eye's and nails
masscara  that never fails
those that are witty for a reason
allways dressed up for the season
when you speak their eye's are wide open
tabulating the latest slogan 
until something better comes along
then swoops the shadow of lonliness
what happened to that pressence
what happened to that smile
why so suddenly anothers child
a shared togetherness for a short while
feeling so used like a rung on a ladder
the dirt from your shoes on my face
my pursuit of you a public disgrace
and when i finally see, like the prodicals son
my first thought about a gun
who? what for the reader may ask
the world cannot keep the both of us


Copyright © John Loving III | Year Posted 2011


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Chasing Constellations

I'm not a saint though I compel myself to be one
I'm not a sinner, no, yet I can't outrun the ideology
Ascending into descension or am I descending into ascension
Maybe I, maybe I am only stuck in the middle
It's only the beginning and I'm still stuck
because with these words I just don't measure up
so I switch subjects now, say what's on my mind
but I can't find my breath so I just say the rest with no sound
I'm in love with a girl I can't have
'Roses are dead, violets need a new hue
stab me in the back, just don't kill me too'
If blue is the warmest color
why mix it with purple to symbolize pain
I've got bruises and scars from boxing
with, well, myself
struggling to find some way, to find the courage to say this
I guess I lost, no I guess I won
I don't know but it cannot be undone
We met three years ago, unknown
but it didn't stop me from giving her a piece of my heart
thinking in a sense
she would always be mine mysteriously
We had this unspoken chemistry, this unspoken confirmation
we were meant to be in love, just not meant to be together
but it's like I went back in time
to deliver her the other half of my heart
to rewrite what we both thought true
It's like I went back in time
to change a piece to half of my heart
so she can know what I feel
Then the question arises
'If it's an unspoken confirmation, an unspoken contract
an unspoken day etched in a sunset 
entwined in a light sprinkle of raindrops
why do you speak of it now'
Because for days, it's all I think about
for days I just crave to see her face
Why do I speak of something left unspoken
I had to let it out before I go crazy
Why do I speak what's left unspoken
to see if she feels the same way too
or if this is just a one sided affliction
to see if this is talking through my heart or another body part
Where there's gold, there's a gold digger
but she's a diamond pearl lost in the jaws of sharks
who try to keep her to themselves
and I, the lonely diver to try and set free
what doesn't wish to leave
as the ocean floor opens its arms for my breathless arrival
for she steals my breath through a passionate time travel kiss
leaving me looking like a 5 year old stranded in candy heaven
I miss her
She gives me every reason to chase the constellations to be with her
mistaking excitement for shyness
as I grow silent to stare within her emerald garden
for nothing in my life can own up to that 30 second moment
though in contrast she gives me reason
to try and punch my way through the center of the Earth in frustration
disintegrate before I break through the crust
The good book says I'm weak
I just believed I was unlucky that's all 
The good book says I'm weak
maybe I'm just human after all
The good book says I'm weak 
maybe that's true after all
for I chase the constellations
with a dead rose, a purple violet, and a dagger in my back
in the name of a girl I lust for with love I cannot have
I chase the constellations for the girl I'm meant to love
but never meant to have all to myself
the story of a breathless diver and an elusive diamond pearl
The good book says I'm weak
but I'll chase constellations till I'm blue in the face


Copyright © Crow thepoet | Year Posted 2016


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Gold Digger

Gold Digger now I'm not saying she's a gold digger but her hands are in my pants pants pants and I'm thinking as far as I can figure she's not asking me to dance dance dance cause the only tune I can hear playing is the one that's in my head head head and she's not skinny but she keeps saying honey I need some bread bread bread only last week she was begging me she's needing cash for her sister sister sister in my pocket once again you see surprised her hand isn't one blister blister blister I tell her go away you fool you're not coning me this time time time then she cries saying I'm not cool the way you treat me is a crime crime crime that's a lie and you know it honey I give you everything you need need need but all you seem to want is my money I'm not a turnip and I bleed bleed bleed so I'm not saying she's a gold digger but her hands are always in my pants pants pants and I'm thinking as far as I can figure she's still not asking me to dance dance dance Gomer LePoet....


Copyright © David Nelson | Year Posted 2012


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MY GOLDEN AGES

MY GOLDEN AGES

When I’m one, I’m a beginner
When I’m ten, I’ve learnt so much
Like I learnt how to tie my shoes
Tie the lace like an eight figure 

When I’m twenty, I'm a teenager
Learning how to live a life 
For my future look so bright
Striving hard to get so high

When I’m forty, I’m a gold digger
The raining days of my destiny
Can be sure it’s not too far
A future star has just emerges

When I’m fifty marks my jubilee
The golden age of my destiny
Shining bright like a superstar
Shine light for the world see

When I’m sixty, I’m an achiever
Achieving goals of my destiny
Being all i meant to be 
And Giving all to humanity

Seventy makes me octogenarian
Reaching the peak of my destiny
As i live a life emulatory
I'm far away from misery  



Copyright © Shola Ayanleye | Year Posted 2013


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Love To Me

There was a time I thought love was lively and free
Then I realized it was a loss to me
No one could see
What it has done to me

The depths of your heart
Were shallow and hellfire burnt

No one can tell 
That my heart use to ring a bell
Before you came straight from hell. 

There was a time I thought love was lively and free
Then I realized it was a loss to me
No one could see
What it has done to me

You walked in at a moment of your need
And left in a moment of your greed.
 
You selfish little gold digger 
Always so bitter 
Making my loneliness become bigger. 

There was a time I thought love was lively and free
Then I realized it was a loss to me
No one could see
What it has done to me


Copyright © Christian Guild | Year Posted 2013


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Prck vs Btch

Ladies say he's just lazy; he needs to get a job,
fellas say she's too crazy; she’ll scream then she’ll sob.
He’s a man who's a man-hoe; messing around with all these girls,
she's a flat out gold digger; simply in it for the pearls.
Ladies complain he's insensitive; he needs to learn to care,
fellas moan about her attitude; face her wrath if you dare.
A bunch of baby momma drama, is that you will get from him,
kids running around like a nursery, is that you'll find when she lets you in.
She say's he doesn't make her feel special, and is contemplating the breakup,
he replies that she's full of herself; looking like a clown with all that make-up.
He lacks the ambition to ever do something with his life,
she's just plain heartless to ever be considered as a wife.
He keeps looking at her friends; acting like he's going to make a move,
she's already had his brother, so there's nothing left for her to prove.
Girls say he's single minded; he's only after one thing,
boys say she's a lead along; they call her pretty string.
They never have a shape up; always looking rough with their nappy hairs,
they always have a weave on; bet they ain't even sure what hair is theirs.
Women say they hold their nose; he doesn't know basic hygiene,
men say they're appalled; looking at the love handles pouring out of them jeans.
He's merely a grown boy, who doesn't know a thing about chivalry,
she acts like a brat, always expecting him to the give out his currency.
She can't believe he's a momma's boy; 25 still living at the home,
he's shocked by her expenditure; caught buying shoes with her loan.

These are not the facts but the stereotypes,
when women are considered cold, and men are painted in prison stripes.

Pr!ck vs B!tch

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Copyright © Anthony Lyrics | Year Posted 2011


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Gold Digger

She's the type of girl,
Whose name everybody knows.
Because of all the guys she's been with.
That's just the way it goes.

Long lashed baby blues,
Her hair, a honey gold.
Her body, every mans desire,
But her empty heart is cold.

She promises forever,
Then leaves you without shame.
After she's gotten what she wanted,
You are nothing but a game.

How much can she take you for,
How much will you buy,
She tells you that she loves you.
What a perfect lie


Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2010


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BOMBADIER

Inside the ghetto slums I stay calm,
I spit psalms to make the crowd sway arms,
From east to west
I drop poetic bombs filled with lyrical napalm,

I'm committed to the game
So I got engaged to the stage
and the mic's my wedding ring,
I hang & spit hot topics
with a clan o' chedda' fiends,

My words will keep you twisted like a vortex,
I spread wisdom & collect more checks,
I'm street life addicted with a wise minded quartet,

Of hood figures,
A sick squad of gold digger back twisters,
True hustlers and cognac swiggers,

Everyday my team will convene for cream[money]
Dollar bills be my sweet thing,
In the ring it's only room for just 1 king,

So to my subjects I exhilirate,
My homies like  champagne on ice
Like skaters when they figure skate,
When I illustrate and deliver this game
I know for sure that this'll make,

Certain ladies scream
I drop knowledge from street college,
The plot is,
To replenish all 
And have cash inflated pockets..CABOOM


Copyright © louis brown | Year Posted 2015


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This me a Soul Digger

This me...a Soul Digger



Water swaying to the rhythm of the wind
Blowing over the surface of the mighty Lyambai
Whispering wealth interred beneath the water so kind
Feeling like a miner; I venture into the depths that lie
In-between the sheets of milky sand
In search of the precious stone of gold
Like gold diggers of age old
Only for not more than a Rand



I know; even in my heartily courageous searches
I cannot salvage a mourning humanity
I know! Oh! I know what I cannot do,
Can I then sense what I...and only I can do?
This me...this me can dig for sanity
Sanity of body, mind and soul
Gold digger or digger of graves
This me...a soul digger





Moonga Nsamu
©April 2012.All Rights reserved.


Copyright © Nsamu Moonga | Year Posted 2012


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Karma's New Years Revolution

When you sit back and look at your life
What can you see, Whats pops up in your mind
Is it the people thats been nice and kind
or the darkness creeping up from behind

No matter who you are, theres always two sides of life
And that cant change no matter how hard you try
You try to right your wrongs, But its like tryna swim with both your hands tied
You drowning in all these pitiful lies
Throwing your hands tryna grasp the skies
You try to fight and fight but nothings makin it right

Show yourself that you changed your ways
Stop callin all the people you hate gay
Dont kick around the homeless like some stray
Karmas a bitch, A bitch that'll make you pay
There is no right or wrong way
just the game of life and you gotta do as it says

You cant kick back and say your lifes been all straight,
Just cuz you got a job and food on your plate
Or cuz you go out on the streets and Just skate all day
You have a chance to change what karma will take
Its easy and free, like Trumps gold digger bitch on a date

Show yourself when others aint around
that your different and not tryna show off y'alls crown
Wanting all to know your the goody goody of the town
Cuz when you do, all you looking like is some doopy ass clown

Karma's not a racist, or sexist.. no cop so stop
Just cuz you gay or colored dont mean you cant be on top
Let your ambitious smiles be lifes cash crop
And you may ball hard but dont go lettin yourself flop

Instead commit
Show karma this shits legit
you thinkin it cant fit
But thats just your thoughts, Y'all can make it
Dont dig yourself a deeper pit
Instead... Pull yourself out that shit.... 





Thats my thoughts,
Just a tip....


Copyright © Douglas Johnson | Year Posted 2015


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F, 20-ish, GSOH, WLTM

 
I'm going to have to lie.
Can't admit I'm desperate
I'll say I have an "open mind"
I hope this photo makes them think
I'm under twenty five
Can't tell about the happy pills
I'll state "contagious smile"

Or should I be honest?
"Party girl who likes to drink
until she swims in vomit
Seeks like-minded, big ol' man
Lazy, low attention span,
facial spots, some teeth missing
undeniable penchant for whistling
Must be fun, must be flirty,
must be black belt in karate"

No.

"Voluptuous blonde,
gold digger, white trash
loves nothing more than smoking hash
looking for a loving man
who disregards my hoarse moustache"

Bwaahhh
This is hopeless, this is lame
Cant compete in this dating game
No-one will ever want me 
When all I can offer is honesty....

"Are you looking for a fun loving, beautiful intelligent female who's wild in bed?
Well, good luck!!" 


Copyright © Jodie Williams | Year Posted 2013