Did you ever get the feeling that it might be right?
Cause I woke up in the shit,
And then I paid attention with resentment
Had this Patrick for a second amidst the witching hour
For a glitch or an instance power,
The list, with a mix of here and now
But I guess for now you call me
Cause I will Jon' you in an hour
After all the words have been said
Over and over again, you just get cleverer with em
This is considerable damages if by admission
I have to press this red button
Because of these microagressions
And blatent intimidations,
Cause somebody thinks it's okay
To attack me when I'm naked
And the justification is just that
Genetically and empathetically
One of us is deficit in the other—
What's on the middle besides resentment
And a clearer picture or each and every or other infinite spectrum?
What's the problem with the problem with the kids today?
All mouth, and no thoughts
(He takes a long and heavy drink)
Its in here too, isn't it?
Yes, its—everywhere, sir.
All of a sudden, I'm sir to you?
I feel as though there may be some impending legal action, and I'm just asserting my loyalty and respect so as to “go down with the ship.” If need be, uh…
You are a good page, aren't you?
Ugh, I don't have time for this right now.
She is a 45-year-old chain smoking trailer trash homebody who tends to menace others behind the “safety” of her computer keyboard, frequenting facebook to rage about email issues like politics and celebrity gossip, still attempting to torment Timmy Turner via trolling him using various social media outlets.
She's been called to “Watch” TIMMY, serving out his house arrest sentence while his DAD leaves to attend POKER.
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Omg. This is out of line.
[opening the window, yelling out into the project housing courtyard and echoing into all of existence.]
What. Damn. I was just gettin' my weave pressed…and dish soap.
Don't come round this bitch
(but in a limited capacity,
Ain't no case dismissed in this settlement
This disturbance is egregious,
I've been causing a scene since
I might be somewhat prolific,
But right now I just want peace,
And A peanut butter and Jelly sandwich
But weight, i'm out of peanut butter
My weight is getting out of hand,
Don't know if that's a gangstalker,
Or just another obsessive fan,
Object, your honor to pardon
your direct justification of this heinous hatred
I'm helping the gentrification efforts and also
Directly affected by them,
Because i'm african american
But what is half to a racist?
I take it as nothing less than hatred
if each and every time I bathe
Isn't it harassment if every time i'm in the bathroom
The door slams, and this whore yaps
To cause hate and bait me into
Further establishing a race war,
When all I wanted was a sauna,
But i know i can't afford it,
So i just got bored with it.
I probably should have been aborted.
Push my forehead into his chest,
I digress, though repressed sexually and interested
This sickness is just what he senses as sensual
—And I'm understanding of that.
It appears someone has badly damaged it
No recompenses or divorce
With no happy ever after exactly
Just another adventure in wonderland
For sure this serves as serious
The the rumble or the severed train above her is still somewhat of a numbing
To the other corruption under
This, too then, is a lesson unless
It just ends and let it simmer
When the dinner gets to convection temperatures in the oven,
The dozens of doves and boxes of chocolate don't hold nothing to the love you have and the hand you hold
So don't let it turn cold
Don't let it turn over and thump either
And don't let it lower into
When you consider another
Just aim for Satan and everything's great then.
Put a cap to a cape then and everything degrades,
Fair wealth, good culture, good heart,
It goes out the window to dance with the wolves l
Like a bowl full of nothing but meal worms,
Look closer over your breakfast
You never know even if you can trust your own mother at four years old
But good, god, thank god for the Honor roll
Or else how else would the world know mid you were at all all worth it at all of four
The gold course, of course
Distractions are hard handed
You wanted a song so much
Just so the wrong world would call you up
Without ever having known what my mother named me mor why I have to change it
Or what the baby calls me
From so far north in a place calls home
To be anything in the world
What a curse on the world—
Just to start wars so it never works out
Just keeps the first one going
Can block out the whole world
At the aim of your hatred
But now I've got nothing more
Than the scars on your over opinionated
War cries for her justice
But only if it out does mine,
That's all the words I'm gonna waste on this till bitch
You wanted my energy, so you stole it
I've forgotten long ago by now how to break stroke
And it's just a throat scratch,
And I'm trying to try it out a bit
And I don't really ever speak her language
I've been distant and lost in translation, and most of all
Impatient with the amount of time that it's taking
Cause I hate that guy, he's a fly in my space thst just doesn't seem to go away until they mate and lay eggs to replace them.
It's just all full of lamb and the talk of the town
A roundabout kick to the ass
He seems like a complete hater, bro.
I have an eight year old,
But I haven't seen him since he was five
And I think I'm gonna die
Cause everyone's nickel and diming me
And all I happened to find
Is a single penny, so that—
By now he definitely hates me
And has been trained to think I'm crazy
But these days, living paycheck to oaucheck is a thankless job
And the techno snobs are responsible for the upkeep of auschwitz.
It seems like a colored woman with a dream should just
Or a man that sees meaning in her
So this is demeaning? Is it?
Am I green, or am I greenlit— l
And I clean, or am I cleaning
Should I Charlie, or should I Sheen it?
I could admit I seen it coming but I wanted to disagree with it,
It's psychic intuition but all it is is kicking my ass
Like I'm inside or the telivison.
Or should I should I just get to drinking anywayy
I hate all this thinking anyway;
I miss l LA but seen it from the scenic route;
I used to sleep on the bus and the train,
But what I really want is a house
And just to be left alone,
Just like the one from Pocahontas
Oh, this is where that Treepeople thing was going?
Trying to get you to— you know—
Oh; that's right, you haven't got a clue.
what did you do at that afterparty Stephen?!
I TOLD YOU, I DONT KNOW!!!!
What does a girl have to do to get a little attention around here?!
Here, have some liquid courage.
Oh my god, it looks like one of those sparkle— lava lamps!
Oh my god, yeah, you know.
Just because you can put it in your mouth and swallow it doesn't make it consumable.
You walked right into thst one.
It got sparkles in it? What are these flecks.
For all you know, it's bio degradable?
Is that a gold fish at the bottom?!
The goldfish to be fair seems tmmore alive than he should, perhaps. He looks the woman directly into the eye. He seems extremely concious even.
But what do you do with the fish when the bottle's empty?
I don't know. Never finished a bottle.
Never really…though about it.
I should have made arrangements for a date at an earlier time
But really there isn't a reason or realization to it
It must have been an off day when I made it up
But that was so long ago now.
I haven't put hard thought about it,
But forgot I had further options to stop the violence than just talking about it
I missed the opportunity to photog or model
By tomorrow morning I'll be a little smaller
If I think of any of those thoughts
My heart opens up and swallows me whole
Talk about a dilemma and not a problem
I would probably dress as such as doll
If I could afford the money
But I'm dollar for dollar
Out of dogital storage for my thoughts and performances.
So show your age, Nicki Minaj
And Migos, the flash flooding
But you gotta go with the flow of the whitewater
With the high collars and high bars
If you are so highly throughout of
I told my ex I joined the army.
My gigs kept having weird shit happen. I was like “something's not right.”
I thought it was my ex trying to do oojabooja on me.
So I told him I joined the army
to try to see if the weird shit kept happening.
I told that fool I joined the army
— I didn't Say what army!
As darkness falls upon us
The Red Dawn soon becomes us
OMG! RYAN SEACREST! Everyone forgot about you!
Quickly! Get on the bus! We're already on our way to pick up K-FED.
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