Monday, November 17, 2014


My thoughts have brought me in a stasis of rot
As you mock
I should just be a jock
Who fought
With a large cock
That all the hot chicks would want to fuck
Fuck it
I'll get to dirty
Im almost thirty
I should show more maturity
But hey
Just words of a rhythmist
I play with this
Be vicious as you try an resist
If not, I could always use my fists
I don't know
Writing puts fight in me
Maybe I should keep going
With this type of poetry
I can say this
It aint easy
I'll just call this Nameless

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