Playing with my money
Is like playing with my intelligence
Always talking about um um
Like you don’t know wtf going on
Just cause your my ….
Don’t mean I won’t f*ck you up
I’m trying to be respectful
The best way I can
But playing with my intelligence
Make you wanna slap you
With my bare hands
After all the shit I did for you
This the thanks I get
It’s all good
Cause you threw our bond in a box
Will I ever do this again
Hell nah
And no I don’t have an attitude
You just an ungrateful muthaficka
Who only worry about you
It’s all good tho
Cause after this
You’ll never have to worry about me again
Gave you a ….
Just help you out
And you played me
Time after time
I bet I won’t do this shit again
Fuck how you feel
If it wasn’t for such and such
I would’ve been told you how I feel
But it’s cool though
It’s all love right
Like I said
I bet I won’t do it again
And yeah
F*ck how you feel
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Author:
K.pugh (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
'woosah'
find you, a cooling stone
and grip it tight..
utilise, your art!
stay strong, dear poet
our anger, is usually a reactionary
symptom, of someone
making us feel powerless or threatened,
frustration fuelled anger
dissipates, easily
when we, Choose
to let go
of that which frustrates, us
(I know it's easy to say
hard to do
but reality, demands
we find a way
or remain, a pawn to other's
whimsy)
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