I'm a loser in my own head
But I'm carrying a silver medal average
I must have broke my toes again
Won't really tell why I'm staggering
She kissed and bit my neck
And yet I still felt in Rome without lust
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Mope and mope like I say so
And maybe I'm not the travesty the reflection's gleam
Worship Satan and smoke marijuana
Rules and stipulations, No you allowed
Isn't this what you and I wanted?
I forgot who you even where
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
Offline) - Published: May 11th, 2017 21:13
- Comment from author about the poem: I couldn't think of one
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Comments1
too stoned dude...!
Oddly enough, currently not
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