another poem for my bitches: strip for me.
is it just me, or am i seeing an occuring theme amongst my poetry?
must just be me.
Whiskey peed on my English paper outline.
Whiskey needs to be filmed and put on youtube.
Whiskey should be a superstar.
I wrote this solioquy once, in the 8th grade, and I got a B+.
I was fucking pissed like no other. It was an extra-cred assignment.
I got suspended twice in the 9th grade.
I hate white gangsta boys. they called me fag today. i called them walruses.
they didn't get it.
fat bitches make me angry. go lose some weight bitch. stop eating.
go run around a field. stop pretending like you don't care.
"oh! i'm fat! but u noe whut haterz? i am who i am. i vill be who i wanna be bitches, 'cuz i'm purfect da way i foookin' am!"
nigga, you ain't foolin' nobody. i'm onto you. Whiskey is onto you.
read my poem. read all my poetry. you'll be deeply moved. i swear.
I Am The Journal King-Queen, Bow Before Me.
December 11th, 2011 at 09:10am