What do I think,
Is that what you asked?
You’re a dick.
A wanker.
A useless piece of flurd in my belly button
Or somewhere more discreet.
Doesn’t really matter where,
The fact is, you are just a dick.
You think that you are so damn good.
With your rhetoric you mistake for truth,
I’ve seen baboons with heaps more charm
Than you will ever get.
You come in here and lie and cheat
And expect us all to bow,
I’d rather come face-to-face
with the north end of a southbound cow.
When you make mistakes
It is always someone else's fault,
That you try to cover up with lies.
When good occurs, It's always you,
You who said it first
You who did it first,
You, you, you!
You pompous git!
I will never understand you,
I have given up asking why,
Plain and simple, all I have is
Your dick, don’t ask me why.
Till next time,
Calvin
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Calvin London
I write fiction, non-fiction and poetry about all things weird and wonderful, past and present. Life is full of different things to spark your imagination. All you have to do is embrace it - join me on my journey.
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Comments (2)
Oh dear, lol I didn’t know you knew such words lol 😝🙃😝
Straight to the point 😁