To my SuitemateA Poem by GrandGrinderA poorly made vent that I wrote in less than ten minutes! Hello World!You’ve got problems of your own, I’m sure But could you put some padding between our doors? Though your credit hours are 24 you never seem to nod and snore i know you find me such a bore But please heed my calls implored to my ear you're such a sore and my sleep cycle has become so poor from austin you came and became a chore to deal with and your habits I abhor you insult my home and its activities for they don't meet your proclivities i know you came from a big city and you find OK to be so gritty but how can you act so nitty while saying we’re as bad as Kansas City? I know my venting is rather poor the sleep you've stole has sapped my mind so my skin and bones cant spare much rhyme And while I know you've got the same test time your money shows you don't care to try You've got problems of your own, I’m sure But could you go to sleep, you gross man-w***e?© 2014 GrandGrinderAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorGrandGrinderAnywhere in Green Country, OKAboutHiya, I'm a college kid from Oklahoma, guess where I go! I started this up because I've always been able to mash out half-decent couplets, and poetry's always calmed me down. I might post some short s.. more..Writing
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