hey you, how about we forget
about this week and go hang out
at the beach?
i'll promise i'll be myself, but you
won't like me at all
you look good with those sunglasses
glued to your face, i'll go find some girl
from the bar and banana split her in three
i think my friends will slay evil for you
they got potential while you
take pictures of yourself eating food
catch azure waves with out feets
secretly i'd rather be off stomping
jellyfish,
you and your strawberry lipstick
your cherry hair, blush in the dancing sunlight
and go out clubbing when the sun sleeps
let's go find something exotic and eat it;
dont even ask the names
i'll be the third wheel squealing as you guys
rev your engines
if you see tire marks on my face
it was because i got some therapy
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a/n i think this one(if not THE) is the stupidest poems i have ever wrote back in the day. (and believe me, I write pretty stupid poetry)
YOU ARE READING
bang bang!
Poetryyou know what would be more cool than a blank white cover with text on it? a blank white cover with a toy pistol on it, of course!
