PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

ou so flurtacoius  and it's inside you

you got to get your pesicide to guide you

you got to run but you don't know

should you do it fast or do it slow



you have to get him to dump his weed

you have to find some gasoline

he might burn the barn down

you need to run like a clown



i'm sick and tired of your shit

now you know you have to go and split

don't find your way don't come again



i'm so sick and tired of being admired

i'm not just that guy I want to get high

i stand and i plead i piss on your weed

i'm watching you cry i want you to die



i'm sick and tired of being admired

i'm just a loser a heavy boozer

here we go again



and to the people and for there souls

i want you to figure out  what we told

because the world that we take

and the hearts that we break



shall be the answer never said

because your the medacine in my head

and i hate you