• ~part of a whole poem i wrote w/ my friend~

    You are a decomposer,
    It makes you a loser,
    You're so lovesick,
    It's getting toxic

    You'll always be my slave,
    and I'll dance on your grave.
    You think you're hot as the lithosphere,
    no, you're just fat like the biosphere.

    Shut up, you piece of meat,
    Your hair smells like your feet,
    Don't pretend to be sweet,
    You know you'll never beat.

    Now I can’t trust anyone,
    I wish we could go back to the fun
    We lose all minds of innocence and pure,
    Sprouting thoughts that is impossible to cure

    What part of her made you evil?
    You’re point of view is just medieval
    I now think, you’re gross as a weevil,
    I wish you would get hit by an anvil.

    original poem