Vernacular

Vernacular

By: Nick Workman

 

I won’t ever be famous

I’m not cut out for it

I’m an ignoramus

I’m sick of this s**t

They don’t know who I am

But I’m right here everyday

I don’t give a god damn

Who the f**k are they?

Like me or not, I still exist

I’ll keep trudging this road

I can’t care who gets pissed

That stress would make me explode

Whether I’m approved of or not

Doesn’t affect a damn thing about me

When I die, I’ll f*****g rot

Whether or not you knew me

I don’t need attention

From cheap w****s and cocksuckers

That’s not my intention

Who are you m***********s?

I’ve got everything I need

In my life except money

Good friends, dank weed,

Fun times with my honey

I’m only killing time

Until I blow up like dynamite

Words fatter than a dealer’s dime

I’m just showing off my appetite

I’m hungry for new words

And I’m full of useless info

Bully up the new nerds

This is my class; I’m a f*****g pro

I could teach you

Your own f*****g language

While I take a poo

And eat a f*****g sang-wich

Channel my Dane Cook

Make you laugh a little bit

Mouth-s**t gobbledygook

Maybe I should write funny s**t?

It’s so much easier

Making people laugh than cry

But I want to reach deeper

Whether I live or die

You can’t expect

To understand my journey

But show some respect

Or wind up on a gurney.

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[Katrina Mckeown]

You sound like my brother..lol do you like eminem also? Thanks For Sharing! :-)