Muck

Be careful there, girl,
you're looking for trouble
By the end of it all,
you're shell shocked; seeing double.

He's just another playa,
looking to play you.
It's the same s**t in a different toilet,
over and over, tried and true.

But you still see something in him,
a twinkle in his eye?
Maybe you're just stupid,
wanting his fingers in your pie.

But you refuse to see the truth,
to realize he's a schmuck.
So don't come looking for me
when you need help out of the muck.

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

Same s**t different toilet. Too funny

[Will]

Yep.......

[Firestone Feinberg]

Straight talking here. Strong poem. Works well. --David

[Will]

Thank you David.

[Rita L. Sev]

Still trying to figure out why she's with some low-life, eh? This one reads with a bit of a rap beat, well done with the rhyme and rhythm. Again, a clear message - keep writing!

[Will]

I've given up on figuring it out. That's one puzzle I just don't have all the pieces to solve... Thanks a lot Rita, appreciated as always