shit
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I am the shit,
In fact I smell like it to,
Being the biggest turd in the shitter,
In fact pieces of gold inside me to,
Indulging in me,
The pieces steal the show,
You know,
I am corn,
I would say Shel Silverstein was our first friend
That's how we learned where the sidewalk ends.
Bet you thought this poem was going to rhyme
But that was the only line I could get out my mind (just kidding) head .
We touch, I feel it sink in like dirreah.
"I love you"
those words squirt out like icing from a frosting tip kit,
but like a blast of steaming shit
Its a hot sweaty festering thing we call romance
Shit...that's all I could say on the night that my dad made us go different ways.
I said it three times as I put on my pants, and he knocked on the window as you pulled out your hand.
Are you ready to be fooled?
We break up, we make up and then everythings okay.
But now? nothing is right.
Where is the makeup part to our routine?
this generation really has me loosing patience. I dont know how there gonna make it. Always counting on phones , what if one day phones turn into drones and take over the world .
Teacher these days are just ignorant
They like to teach us stuff we already know.
When you correct them, you suffer a consequence,
Or you could just go
Outside and miss the whole lecture,
Oh there's a lot of shit I want to say to you
I sit in class, with my head held high
Tall with pride, I answer correct questions by using my mind
So why do you seem to divide
Me
From the Class
There's plenty of shit that runs through my mind,
Like the fact that you keep talking up until the bell rings,
Like how you believe that I'm gonna actually learn something in the 1.5768990000 seconds we have left of class
