With an ingenuine saccharine la-di-da
The hoity toity woman said “hi” to ma
A want to be royal, an aristocrat
stated poser, false Sheila name of Pat
My brother was smitten right away
He gave her his best times of day
Pat could have been a clock tower shooter
He did not see this at all, my brother Tooter
She is so refined and fashionable!
I thought a narcist too and really dull
She is so pretty and genteel
I did not think so, and here’s the deal…
I knew William, her ex, a wonderful man
She stole all his stuff except for a fan
At her sale she refused to sell to him
He was escorted out by her new friend Tim
Will’s dog was sad, she had him staked out mean
Putting on airs like a Victorian Queen
Pat married my brother Tooter of course
Arrived in a carriage with a rented horse
We may have lost him I said to my ma
Just like your daddy, she said, referring to Pa
For Pa had run away with a scoundrel too
She took all his money and possessions in ’82.
Categories:
narcist, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Cleopatra my queen
Very old,cornerstone is me, oh um. Beef me i kill
Will it wasn’t be narcist be yet i crossed me my own childless womb
Be largactyl. Be throat roar i shunt me a naked penile
Weep it blunder i shalt be I naked me a bath beit lambtales
Beyet I kill me oh um marcus anthony
Be my dead daggerless Quatro is the me oh do loath it ye
Tender it killed my tart be yet guile he man a gloat
Be laughed it sodium,weep it is tenderised shant e’ mean dick thing is cut my lice
Wept me yet i shalt be laughed Julius Caesar. Do mine is counterfeit bodyless me lust she naptelli
Breaker odd he yet die my own adder it can me be desirous guard
Killer me platter my headless roiba peniled be vast me asp me, alone be he beastlllie me ownerous asp like placade
bastard baste me I jel it in irony. be thy impervious sumakutra hail it defiles my utter deciet
Categories:
narcist, abortion, abuse, addiction, adventure,
Form: Abecedarian
Can power be a terrible burden
Cos I fairly tried to judge but can't
For me to judge equally is tyranny, and olden
To rule by book, is to bypast it's true significant
So it was, was it?.
Would colours be to me a terrible burden
Even Rainbow too can't choose, he is narcist
To be just, i had to hide my true colour then
Work from someone else imaginary thought
So it was, is it?.
Life is a terrible burden
Some kill for the uncertain future
Why not leave them cause life is shorter even
They died and you wouldn't cheat nature
So it was, they were all immature.
Choice seems a terrible burden
They asked me my flavour, i had no idear
Can i choose for others, when I am not the chosen
My choices inherited, religion, race from my dear
I could be another, needn't I.
War hasn't been a burden
It's just harder to wait than to go to war
For the sick and dying veterans feel no pain
Some go to war to settle their worries
Others to defend their God's legacies.
Please mind me not, I am a pupil poet
Half asleep half awake dreaming
Contemplating about this our earth
Please poem wake me up from this burden
Please poets wake me up from this burden.
Categories:
narcist, imagination,
Form: Ballad
Can power be a terrible burden
Cos I fairly tried to judge but can't
For me to judge equally is tyranny, and olden
To rule by book, is to bypast it's true significant
So it was, was it?.
Would colours be to me a terrible burden
Even Rainbow too can't choose, he is narcist
To be just, i had to hide my true colour then
Work from someone else imaginary thought
So it was, is it?.
Life is a terrible burden
Some kill for the uncertain future
Why not leave them cause life is shorter even
They died and you wouldn't cheat nature
So it was, they were all immature.
Choice seems a terrible burden
They asked me my flavour, i had no idear
Can i choose for others, when I am not the chosen
My choices inherited, religion, race from my dear
I could be another, needn't I.
War hasn't been a burden
It's just harder to wait than to go to war
For the sick and dying veterans feel no pain
Some go to war to settle their worries
Others to defend their God's legacies.
Please mind me not, I am a pupil poet
Half asleep half awake dreaming
Contemplating about this our earth
Please poem wake me up from this burden
Please poets wake me up from this burden.
Categories:
narcist, imagination,
Form: Ballad