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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Adult · #2246886
I wrote this poem for a friend of mine, and read it to him before he went to prison. </3

A caution for my recent escape from hell

Now a Best friend in God next to myself.

Satan appearing as a death note for a checkup on my health.

You're minds only concern is wealth.

That's the difference.

Take a hint for why your check bounced.

Good looking maniac.

A chain and undeniable facts would better conform to your independently scraped up act.

Lacking the ability to count the paper I stack.

Hoping your tranquility allows your mind one track to follow these concepts I've crapped.

Pretty bitch

Coming from a rusty white trash shack.

My queen crown threw you off

Assumed I was an orphan child with daddy probs.

I'd throw it you're way of being a bastard.

Harassed and made a pass fast at her with a ghostly image of a tail wagging.

Let go of Casper.

Head to head with your caliber.

Your my challenge and cure.

Stop. You're drooling.

Master of your sac?

Except I'm the one ruling.

I Stay strapped. Clothes packed

I'm moving

You're still hating.

Im throwing duces.

You're lack of manners is amusing.

Send a text to ask what I'm doing.

The seasons changed for the better so I'm just Collin.

Teaching and proven myself as a true one.

You knew when you were young.

I haven't seen a chance big enough to fail.

You're words are stale.

You came off as retarded.

My bull is train to alarm me of low charted dissolved particles showing up at my door as a claiming to be a hardcore boy from up north.

Bearded cave man.

Ass fucked crammed stance

Landed jizz in your own pants

While you watched me dance.

Everyday dropping by for mother chance.

There a difference in being kept and being a man.

You say look within.

Well I did.

Found a piece of shit inside your dirty skin with a bitch who had twins. Should we continue to pretend?

Is that your fucking secret?

Creepin. Yeah you are sketchy.

Sorry excuses for your shallow coming off as petty. You ain't ready.

You never were. Walked through the door expecting some girl with curves. Alerted when you seen me. Not so much of a whore sleaze that you wanted me to be. I don't act and play games. I'm The same with all faces my potential just changes by the daily basis. For long you won't stay. Scared of the demons under my bed and the lack of roach spray. You obviously popped out of your mothers vagina to a spoon fed turf

I'm sure you're teachers got you off while screaming this students supurb.

I'm the only bitch around here with nerve to shoot down a bad curve ball throwing jacking hand.

I've made my stand and I stick to it.

Put me through the Devine and I still didn't lose it.

Don't accuse me of choosing cuz it will never be you.

By the way, you're haircut is over d

you could use a pattern from your

Past to unwrap why your such an ass.

Out your fucking capped.

Does your daughter know you relapsed.

Chapped lips and singing some bad hits.

Nigga you don't even know how to get lit.

Throwing a fit over a critical mishap you failed you prevent.

I'll never quit. I crave the underestimation.

You're only paving a way for my fam to chase another destination.

You don't know where I come from.

You can't see where I'm headed.

Fed up with the acting bullshit.

I think you got enough college credit.

Bet it up or don't.

I won't be the one singing your song. Bitchass mother fucker thinks he can get me.

Just a sleazy nut buster is all he ever wanted to be.

Smoke some more trees or leave.

I'm a nusense to bitches. All I got is good deeds. Fuck u if you've conceived.

No worries to write this shit you dumbasses can't even read.

Peace

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