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ok this poem i wrote is basically bout this troubled and confused teenage guy, or maybe his early 20's, little bits and pieces of this is actually based on some people that i know or me...ENJOY! :)

(CAUTION: this may be disturbing to some)

Im so fucking tired
Im so fucking wired
Why arent any of these jobs I need fuckin hiring?

Damn Im so wasted
Wheres that "Will work for money sign" I just pasted?

But hey its all good
How bout I just get ur girlfriend to fuck me in ur pool?

Wat was that bro? You think Im a player?
Hey at least Im maing more dough selling cocaine than and ur $4 per hour paper

Ya I do whatever i want and i get whatever I want
So if i wanted to fuck with ur girlfriend in your bed
we wud be using the 10 boxes of condoms we found in ur crib

I run on hate and marijuana
Hurry and get me my dope
before i fuck up ur face and kick u where it will hurt

I need my pills before i vomit
I need them now i cant handle it

Think im tripping? Tie my shoes
Think im messing? Clean it up

I aint crazy im just creative
I aint mean im just messy
I aint angry im just aggrivated
So theres nothing wrong with me u see
Im just a lil messed up in the head

I dont go for hookers
I go for the lookers
I dont want me no skanks
I'd rather go for the ones down at the bank
Hey wat am i saying? Their all the same
Not like im ready to be tied down anyways

I cant find where i put my vodka
I just need to go home and pray to not be brought up
Now i feel as Empty and breakable as a vase made of glass
I feel my only happiness and peace go away in a dash

Help me God I think im schizophrenic
I think I need to be put in a Mental Clinic
Is it that or do i just need a Paramedic
Either way im a fuckin loonic

I was born and raised as a kid unpraised
Never looked at or got any appreciate
Nobody wanted to say hello or smile at the kid who streets
And everyday got blisters on his feet and missing teeth

I hope one day i could at least i find a real genuine chick
Who loves for what i could give
Rather than my dick

Or at least a real friend of mine to call my own
But hey who knows
It might be soon
Now i gotta go back
And presume what i usually do

END OF POEM

sorry if u guys didnt like it lol im not much of a poet or have too much experience