I don't think you understand,
My motherfucking pain,
Because for once in my life,
Bitch, I am not in any.
Isn't that the turn of the century,
A victory in itself.
It makes this dumbass poem irrelavent,
But who gives a damn,
It is too motherfucking early,
To be writing this thing,
It looks like I am drunk or high,
But the thug life didn't choose me,
And I stay away from that shit.
I am happy for the first time in a long while,
And my beautiful fuckers,
Maybe a bit sleep deprived.
All poems should be written
All poems should be written until the day no humans walk the earth... (which will hopefully be never! ♥) Nobody likes being woke up during sleep!! Great peace to you.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "