I Feel Shitty, by Anna Lorena
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I feel shitty
Oh so shitty
I feel shitty and crappy and down!
And I pity
Anyone in my way tonight
I feel smarmy
Oh, so smarmy
It's alarming how smarmy I feel!
And so shitty
That I hardly can believe I'm real.
See the little bitch in that mirror there:
Who can that fucked up girl be?
Such a smirking face,
Such a slutty dress,
Such a taunting smile,
Such a bitchy me!
I feel like fighting
And like biting
Feel like running over someone with joy,
For I really hate
That idiot, dumbass boy!
Have you met my good friend Anna there?
The beastiest girl on the block?
You'll know her the minute you see her,
She's the one who'll put you in an advanced state of shock.
She knows she's in hate.
She'll send you to Spain.
She's got a huge grudge,
She's truly insane.
It isn't the heat
Or some rare disease,
He's gonna get beat
Right down to his knees.
Keep away from her,
Send for the Cops
This is really the
Anna we know!
Out there and dirty
Blatant and well defined,
Self made and mature
And out of her mind!
I feel shitty
Oh so shitty
He'll regret that he gave me his key
A committee
Should be organized to follow me
He'll be dizzy
He'll be stunned
He'll be fizzing because he's on fire,
He'll feel shitty
Just like the way he's made me
See his remains in the dumpster there:
What dumpster where?
Whose can that body be?
Which? What? Where? Whom?
Such a shitty face,
Such shitty dress,
Such a shitty smile,
Such a shitty he!
Such a pretty he!
I feel shitty
Oh so shitty
I feel shitty and crappy and down!
And I pity
Anyone in my way tonight
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Posted: 2005-03-19 03:59:05 UTC |
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