FMLA Poem by TylerI wish I knew who was writing this , because when I wake up in the morning I'll forget he existed
I'm almost ready to shed this skin
Become the man who I've been seeking A little gay boy in need of a d***o and toy Jokes folks I got jokes But I'm peaking at my potential F*****g godly The confidence on that one is paramount I swear they would create movies and documentaries on why I'm evil The devil But I live In the devil I call my tainted body of thoughts But my mind is the heaven up and above from the soul that's stepping on the gutter F**k almost fell through F**k is the point of words if they fall flat So I spike the punch bowl I need an extra punch To get my thoughts going I need to get her going See her legs twist her arms cross her hair Hmmm And I'm just seeking danger I love pain I'm seeing pain I love the torture I need want the pain I love it like a drug But stay in school kids drugs will not only ruin your life , they will get your dick wet I ruined that didn't I ? Oh well I'm looking through my reflections of projections of faulty thoughts These thoughts of desperation and lack of self esteem are bringing my words to their knees And I ain't about to ask another girl to marry me But she can spread wide I need to give her head I'm losing sanity. This is a calamity. I can't feel my face. I'm a disgrace. I'm numb. I look like a bum. I'm rich in thought. Thought about it I don't care don't want to I need you. Wait huh how did I turn that right to a left and uppercut that b***h. Basket case I am. Throw my body into the grave let's have a rave Tapa is back in town Bout to start a war on art like hitler on the Jews I'll penny pinch my opinions But here's its two cents And I love the pain I need oh I want it And I love oh I need it I love the pain I need oh I want it I need oh I need it Gods bout to shake his head But I'll just load a gun shoot him in the head Fall asleep next to the devil laying on my bed Then dream of her giving me some head © 2017 Tyler |
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