This poem is not about you.


This poem is not about you
except, ok, maybe that one line.
Cause I get it all the time,
“You write about me to much,
all fancy lace and such,
less, It would be better,
can’t you just put it in a letter?”

This poem is not about you,
cause I would not deem you worthy
of such committed thinking,
(truthfully, I am slightly miffed)
kind sir, what have you been drinking?
I have better things to do,
then ramble on about your eyes,
your smile,
that nose, which, you clearly think is crooked.
What? You say I am talking about you?
DAMN.
Clearly, this poem is not about you.
so there!

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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