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Free Style

This is just a freestyle poem
I really don't have much time
I love to sit and wonder 
I crack up every time I rhyme

all you have to do in life 
if you want to get ahead 
is beat your sister up the stairs
on the way to bed

when you start to take life too seriously
it's not fun to play anymore
everything's so serious
everyone is a bore.

I say we should all freestyle
maybe just for today
we don't know what you're thinking 
so what do you have to say?

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Just a Booger

I am a booger
I live inside your nose
sometimes I'm runny
other times bacteria grows

I am a booger
you need to set me free
Stick me under the desk
just don't let anyone see

If you think I'm being funny
I'm not; I'm transparent
you should always pick your boogers
just not Infront of a parent.

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I'M Sorry I Killed You

I saw your body 
laying purple and covered with makeup skill
it looked like you might jump awake
however, I'd never seen you so still.

We were just on the phone
I told you no chance
to break my heart 

you took the ultimate decision
and ended your life
no future children, no future friends, family, or wife

you gave up everything
with me on your mind
to leave me feeling
like a murderer in a crime.

People tell me that it's not my fault
you know I don't believe them 
I know you know I'm taking responsibility
because it's what I've always done

I've stuck by your side,
through drug attempts and dangerous flights
but I never gave up on you
I never shut out the lights.

The one time I did, You ended it all
so tell me, world, 
how is this not my fault?


I remembered last week
when we were laughing over life
no one is laughing now

it's as silent as your body laid.

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My Love, Aaron

Oh, my  boyfriend-on-demand

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of mountain dew.

As my fists fall from its grip, I am reminded of your squirmy nerdy body.
In the hushed, I listen for the last sounds of pee missing the toilet.

My heated Mad Face breathes inside my hardened soul.

I wait in the kitchen for your Ugly Head so that we may break up as one, Mad Face to Mad Face; in search of the glorious breakup, it's almost sensual saying the final goodbye of love.