If practice makes perfect
Then I guess you're a perfect bitch
And you must be a perfect dick
And you a perfect piece of shit
Because you practice it everyday
With the way you behave
Don't tell me the way it is
You never practice what you preach
You point out my many flaws
But refuse to see your own
You say to do this and do that
But then you take a fucking nap
What the fuck is up with that
You can go fuck yourself
Why do you always criticize
Go to hell and leave me alone
I'm the only one I need to please
And I'll do that by being me
When you're burning in hell
And you look up and see me
Going into the gates of heaven
Remember how I warned you
Stop practicing being a hypocrite
how not to craft a genuine ethical argument
i think you give up the moral high ground when you assume the other is going to hell relative to you going to heaven. it is a common mistake tho
Well I'm not going to heaven
Well I'm not going to heaven probably but I wrote it that way to make a point. Some people get on my nerves because they always tell me to be a good person and things like that but then they do the opposite themselves.
I would say..
"Do what makes you happy."
^_^
I do not believe in the "Practice makes perfect." saying.
In this world I have come to find that nothing is perfect.
We all will always have a faulty finish, and I embrace everything about it.
It 'tis what seperates us, and makes us unique.
Love the beginning to this poem though.
Keep it up.
^.-
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo