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I just want to work for you.
Work on making you happy Volunteer for overtime ensuring your happiness your pleasure is my pleasure I aim for employee of the month manage me and order me to fill all your positions. Maximizing your input utilizing my output. I'm firm and and willing to work long and hard. I'm all you ever need on call 24/7 first to serve last to leave eager to please. Forever loyal. Yours
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What a wasteful way to use words
Emotionally scribbled rhymes with nouns and verbs. Thoughts not nearly expressed in its entirety. The truth hidden behind thoughtless flattery. Language used only to flutter the heart Making the facts unintentionally harsh. It's the flaws that cause the sincerest attraction. And those thoughts that cause those flirtatious actions. Our comfortability gives a brave approach And firm familiarity that means the most. so what words can tell emotions tale when imperfections in words will always prevail. My word can be anything but never my heart And to love means nothing when spoke without thought Just do what you mean and set your claim. Without wasteful words that impede your aim People take life for granted at times, including me. So with that being said it's obvious that we as a whole should take every opportunity we have to move our pieces with procession & always have a tight strategy to help guide us thru society. We must push ourselves to the max so that we achieve to be the best us that Life has to offer us. Stand firm on. all you believe in, because Life as it is Is only Life for what it's Worth!!!!
It’s crazy who I am ‘cause I never been reacclimated.
Hated by majority the soft in me was devastated. I walk amongst the lost like the only one that's educated. Trying to find peace cause iblees got us segregated I sick of this shit a nigga can't stand it pulled out the heat and demand that I run shit. I Wish nigga would go ahead and try me last fucking time that y'all niggas will defy me. Spending my life looking for characters shifter my character here in america. I am not God I'm tired warning ya I'm taking ya life ya family will mourn ya Spazz for the beat spazzed feel of blood spazz wit the heat, they call me the terror, I laugh and I geek at the thought of you murder. should never cross me man I eat you like I'm Dahmer. Toss you in the refrigerator man I love the taste of haters especially when they salty smash you till you nice and tender. I'm crazy and I'm loco/ fuck a cancer throat hole/ just to bust a nut then say bitch so long. I roll solo dolo being broke is no no hustle like mad man serving out of trash cans. fuck you pay me or ya ass is a dead man/ think I'm fucking playing chop ya ass into pieces I never make a promise cause my word is my word everything I do is excessive and absurd if I raise my voice be the last thing you heard I'm trying to practice patience but y'all getting on my nerves. I got a short temper nigga and a happy trigger finger trained by marines so my aim is like a fucking sniper kill ya ass clean then gut you like a fucking butcher the blood is what drink I'm the modern day vampire. I'm such a little creeper hooded like the reaper if you see me guess what? It’s a horry feature. not worried about your screams cause nobody gonna save ya, just drop to your knees and be my dirty pleasure, fuck you in a frenzy, fuck you till you dizzy, fuck you in a trance and scream that you love me. fuck you till it hurts and our bodies all sweaty fucked off the skin so we fucked to the raw meat. horrendous is mental my thoughts like a psycho I make you dance the thrilla I see zombies as a porno my orgies get so dirty that it look just like war zone they say I'm icy cold I turn vodka to snow cone I'm tearing up the ozone from the gas that I smoke on put yo ass to sleep like you popped a oxycodone got ya head knocking from the beat that I flow on I do it on the daily better act like know tho. im the chemical reaction always about that action /the national disaster get up your rations you'll never know its happening still the sky starts flashin’ then it’s too late cause ya bodies are burning/ I'm up when you hurting I get it from the dirt and I know I'm going to heaven cause the angels be flirten I know I'm kinda arrogant but it’s because I'm certain I find life funny till my death I'll be smirking. Who knew beautiful has a smell, as love has a soul.
As a bee makes honey, so shall they procreate. Mini is the truth that's born so identical to the original. So none could truly compare to its fitted mate. Love, so inexplicably fickle and fragile. As a tickled plume from flightless flocks fluffed feathers. Featured in hats or famously filled fat plush pillows for naps. Love is something like that, busting through the seems. Wood grains with new car scent, leather, fog lights, and halogen high beams. Popuri like stringed trees dangle from a rearview. Heated pinecones in a breeze saplings in fresh cut spring grass. An artist paintbrush, first stroke on a new canvas. As familiar as deja vu, a flash into a past future, so is a couple with love. In love, noticing all its astonishing view. Wishfully wondering who knew, beautiful had a smell. |
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