self righteous bastard,
being selfish hes mastered,
everything is about him in his mind-
its plastered.

like quick dry cement,
every dollar spent,
goes toward his satisfaction,
couldn't spend time with anyone else
cause that'd mean subtraction from his time,
what else would you if you wouldnt spend it with him?
he 'll twist his face like he ate a sour lime.
just make sure you're able to adjust your plans according to his whim.
want to jump in the water, no its too cold to swim.

ok now i know why i got no skills,
if you 'd see me at night, you'd see me popping pills,
vitamins exactly, why? do you ask me?
is because im lacking, in the eating of Veggie-Tables,
and also im stressed and so hateful.
probably i'd have to say jealousy is my worst vice.
never once, not twice, but thrice.
instead of wasting energy hating,
i should be striving, demonstrating,
that i can still be all i can be.
cause as of lately,
i dont feel the passion,
just more wasting money trying to get my fash-on.
but im no K-Fed, my skills are shipped, via UPS.
im using snail mail, to get mine, its not the best.

Notebook thursdays

time to pull out a nice written from one of my many notebooks.

OHMYGOD!
too many cuties with alot of booty,
your round fascination, fascinates yours truly.
i can't believe i'm infatuated with so much people.
it's like i'm looking at them through a peep-hole.
if there's on thing that gets me, its probably mature outside beauty.
but i hate when you can see right through me.
if people knew the fuck i'm thinking,
they'll already know my standards are sinking.
i'm always thinking of getting that honey,
but in reality it flies past by me.
you know i'll never even try to even hit on,
the shy looking girl, especially with her eyes looking like pearls.
probably the time i'd make my advance,
is with a girl i know at the school dance.
sometimes when i don't try, i feel like im in a prison.
but the truth is, that was my decision.
and when i do, make my move, i feel the fear of rejection.
when it does happen, it feels like you've made an incision-
on my heart with deft precision.
that's why i make wishes, not decisions,
in the end, that probably is my mission.