alice dee
Bluelighter
History: There is this dumb broad that I used to call "friend" who, as it turns out, seriously fucked me over on many different levels. Using creativity as a means of venting, I wrote this poem the other day.
*clears throat*
Mean spirited; you have no soul
I know about the drugs you stole
So you make drugs, you like to brag
But pretty soon youl'll be a hag
You ain't got looks; you ain't got moxie
You're the only one who thinks you're foxy
So you post your picture on Hot or Not
People like you deserve to be shot
You've pulled the wool over people's eyes
But now I can see through all the lies
Sometimes I think you're a psychopath
And I'll never trust your boyfriend's math
You've fucked me over but you'll get yours
You're presence is worse than syphlitic sores!
*clears throat*
Mean spirited; you have no soul
I know about the drugs you stole
So you make drugs, you like to brag
But pretty soon youl'll be a hag
You ain't got looks; you ain't got moxie
You're the only one who thinks you're foxy
So you post your picture on Hot or Not
People like you deserve to be shot
You've pulled the wool over people's eyes
But now I can see through all the lies
Sometimes I think you're a psychopath
And I'll never trust your boyfriend's math
You've fucked me over but you'll get yours
You're presence is worse than syphlitic sores!
