A poet is a step above a pig His senses deeper, his emotions rawer But no matter who exploits his dick He can’t convulse for over half an hour Although he’s a step above a pig
A poet writes on love and peachy dreams He splashes guts all over virgin paper But even he just wants to find the means To “love” a girl, or even something greater A poet who is weeping over love
A poet can get drunk out of his mind And he’ll confess his love for you or other And then - like any normal man - he’d grind And thrust, and come, and ask for yet another Them poets drink like any other men
For you, the girls, the warning here lies Don’t lose your guard in presence of the “poets” They only want the same as other guys But their weapon is the rhymed and wordy bullets Avoid the poets, girl, they’re fake as fake can be
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Date: 2005-05-26 04:54 pm (UTC)His senses deeper, his emotions rawer
But no matter who exploits his dick
He can’t convulse for over half an hour
Although he’s a step above a pig
A poet writes on love and peachy dreams
He splashes guts all over virgin paper
But even he just wants to find the means
To “love” a girl, or even something greater
A poet who is weeping over love
A poet can get drunk out of his mind
And he’ll confess his love for you or other
And then - like any normal man - he’d grind
And thrust, and come, and ask for yet another
Them poets drink like any other men
For you, the girls, the warning here lies
Don’t lose your guard in presence of the “poets”
They only want the same as other guys
But their weapon is the rhymed and wordy bullets
Avoid the poets, girl, they’re fake as fake can be