Poems from Arabella Figg
I listen for your snore to make sure that the coast is cleartip-toein' past your door, hope nothing perks up your earsI got a six pack of...
Yeah if you're a joke, girlI'm a joke toolyin' here lifeless as a rockwallowing in my rich kid blues
I don't need your sympathyI just need...
swimming through the pressure like a deep sea diverstay the fuck out my way bitch, I'm an Asian driver,duct tape on my hoopty like a broke...
I am the 420th Super Poet,best believe that I know itnow please pardon me for a moment inhaling smoke might make me blow it.
too content to be incredibly sedentary, spreadmy lethargy, alleviate me of this dread, dark thoughts bled from out the front of my head, “...