Nicole likes to rhyme,
so I think I can this time.
I’m a shitty poet,
and I know it.
It’s something to do,
when your friends don’t pull through.
A way to vent,
about everything you meant.
Fights always brew,
and things get hot like a stew.
It’s something I hate,
but life is just bait.
For everything you planned,
and where you might land.
This rap is crap,
but could you clap?
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1 comment:
i love it.
ps. lovely rhyming job.
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