DUBSTEP POET

Chapter 1-Soundcloud-"(my balls and the beat)"

i sit in the centre of my room

phone in my hand

listening to my music 

drake,

cardi B

and my favourite: Skrillex

the beat drops

and my wang flies into the sky like a soaring bird

I turn over

ashamed of how easy it was to turn me this way

I skip the song 

ed Sheeran comes on 

oh what a wanker I thought

how I wished he would kill himself

I think

Is there no dubstep that doesn't turn me on

 I google Soundcloud

search dubstep 

its all shit

I cry

I cry to bad beats with no drops

how I wish they would drop

(my balls and the beat)

that's when I think

what if I wrote a song

with drops

and a heavy bass

and the occasional moan

"OH MAARKY SMITH YOUVE DONE IT AGAAAAAAAAAAIN" I sing

I think up tunes

they go up and down

all around 

they take me on a journey

to where no woman had ever been before

I fall asleep 

jerking off to the dubstep in my head

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N/A lol idk what I'm doing, its short but its also poetry so that's fine! i wonder what marky ill do next? lmao prolly jerk off some more