Hot Shit.

[rewiiired]

Around your happy lost-then-found
you're giddy and dancing
throwing it in my face, how I
had the chance and then,

thinking I'm going to sit here
crying over spoiled milk of mine,
you tease in words and moves,
insulting me: for I'm not blind.

Its clear now, how you
think that you're hot shit.
Well, I just can't stand the
fucking smell of it.

You're just a pile that
get's bigger every day.
Shit happens, now its time to
flush it all away.

Are you buried
under there somewhere?
Are you done yet?
Have you had your fill?

I hate to assume
your possible motivations,
but it seems to me
you shoot just to kill.

You found my sore spot.
Seems you stumbled
upon a weakness.
I wonder why you're doing this,
I wonder why you persist.

I was cocked and loaded, you're saying
I could've, and sure, maybe I would've.
But I'm not one to jump the gun and
let my gun jump in and have fun.

No one's perfect.
Just take a look at your insane display.
So cozy in your blanket of bullshit.
Wish you'd just flush it all away.

 

[(Wordy)]

This is great, so surefire and entertaining... I think it would work really well as spoken word.

A live audience would love this kind of stuff:

Its clear now, how you
think that you're hot shit.
Well, I just can't stand the
fucking smell of it.

I was cocked and loaded, you're saying
I could've, and sure, maybe I would've.
But I'm not one to jump the gun and
let my gun jump in and have fun.

 

[The Fish]

I think wordy's right, this would make for a great spoken word performance/

*thumbs up*