Monday, April 28, 2025

poem

 put it down, round after round
chaos i couldnt silence
always causin violence
in my car doin donuts
driving drifting off the road, even though i shouldnt
coulda would shoulda
safe cracking, buyin lottery tickets
trying to enter the dog house
but i just dont fit it
put the fire in a pit, ensnare it
im hungry somebody give me a full course meal
fatter and fatter
no excersize. i need cardio
i stay at the humble aboad
my house is my virtue
very few couldnt add 2 by 2
all you get is both half and half
stabbing my legs, sharp as shrapnal from grenades
people are people
so who am i if im the animal
fade away at night and get up in the day
imprison myself, its my health
im killing as delve into hell
deep inside a hole its a well



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