As you get older
your actions get a little less bolder
and you do things
calm
and serene.
You stop giving the cold shoulder
as you take paper containers
from the car's cup holder
keeping your drink from spilling
onto a work related folder.
The scars on your fingers are from molten solder
and from the iron you played with in your past.
You look at the models and the toy figurines
and wonder how long they'll last.
They will outlive you
maybe your children
but will they be kept from harm forever?
You become a bit nicer
and do everything you're supposed to
but does it stop you from being happy?
What you really want is selfish
but you keep it inside
you lie to the people around you
about what you really love.
Perhaps something inside is broken
inside of you.
"I'll be right back wifey!"
That's what you sound like
see how dumb you sound?
You were just going out for a bit
that's exactly what you told her
but she knows about your little boyfriend
the one you lie next to
like how you used to hold her.
You've given up on the things
that keep you from financial success
in favour of that wealth
and the rhetorical fuckfest
that you have in a room
on the other side of town.
She still cooks for you
cleans for you
raises your God damn kids for you.
She has no where to go.
So pick up your Gameboy
and settle for a smaller job
one that won't ruin your bliss
and maybe she'll divorce your ass
or even better
you find the right person
the first time.
Oh God this is so shitty why did I even write this. Inconsistent. No real convention. Fuck modern writing artsy bullshit asdfjkl;
Here's a real slick rhyme:
I am a mother fuckin' birdo
Look at my face
I spit eggs mother fucker
Straight into your face
I'm so hardcore
I rhymed face with face
I rhyme face four times
Now get outta my face
your actions get a little less bolder
and you do things
calm
and serene.
You stop giving the cold shoulder
as you take paper containers
from the car's cup holder
keeping your drink from spilling
onto a work related folder.
The scars on your fingers are from molten solder
and from the iron you played with in your past.
You look at the models and the toy figurines
and wonder how long they'll last.
They will outlive you
maybe your children
but will they be kept from harm forever?
You become a bit nicer
and do everything you're supposed to
but does it stop you from being happy?
What you really want is selfish
but you keep it inside
you lie to the people around you
about what you really love.
Perhaps something inside is broken
inside of you.
"I'll be right back wifey!"
That's what you sound like
see how dumb you sound?
You were just going out for a bit
that's exactly what you told her
but she knows about your little boyfriend
the one you lie next to
like how you used to hold her.
You've given up on the things
that keep you from financial success
in favour of that wealth
and the rhetorical fuckfest
that you have in a room
on the other side of town.
She still cooks for you
cleans for you
raises your God damn kids for you.
She has no where to go.
So pick up your Gameboy
and settle for a smaller job
one that won't ruin your bliss
and maybe she'll divorce your ass
or even better
you find the right person
the first time.
Oh God this is so shitty why did I even write this. Inconsistent. No real convention. Fuck modern writing artsy bullshit asdfjkl;
Here's a real slick rhyme:
I am a mother fuckin' birdo
Look at my face
I spit eggs mother fucker
Straight into your face
I'm so hardcore
I rhymed face with face
I rhyme face four times
Now get outta my face
