Your a internet gangster
A smarmy fucking wankster
Run your ass off online
But when I see you its all fine
What
you think you bad bro
Can't make me mad hoe
Hiding behind pixels
Typing black shapes
You photoshop your face
You big disgrace
But im not salty
Because you are at fault
See
I can be nice
But please don't provoke me
Your words can't choke me
But my hands can
When I wrap em around your neck
See the light fade from your eyes
I Despise your cries
Speak buddy speak!!
Aiden wants his fix
Im done with the tricks
Can you breath?
Can you hear me
Your turning blue in the face
I can feel your heart race
Sputter
Sputter
Your out like a light
You had no fight
You internet gangster
Gone like magic
You ran your shit
But your end was tragic
YOU ARE READING
For What Its Worth...Or Is it?
PoetryThings i feel i must say to make it through each day. or if you must....a cry for help (most arnt happy, forgive me if you feel sad after you read them)
