I pull out a pen and made a peaceful piece but it seemed to be dissing, but here’s what I have to say.
It's my life and all that is meaningful and doubtfully doubtable
You can doubt me but you cannot see what people have to say about you.
I stood on a stool and thought to myself
Why do haters think they know everything about me?
They say shit about me and think they can beat me?
Thinking they can be more corrigible and spit like me?
They can't even think like me and be like me, I ain't being any one else just being me.
Can't you see what poetry means? you treat it like garbage it's a disgrace to every poet.
You call yourself a poet when your words on your paper is just like a letter to a prisoner,
Your shit is the shit not in a good kind of way I meant literally shit. It aint worth publishing and showing how you feel about me... so its best you get yourself checked and take a rest... take a breath and breathe before your chest pops out and blows out, splatter all over my wall with your brain matter from the moment you thought about my righteousness!
It just blew out. WOW!
So take the time to chill out and think about to never doubt another man and his wickedness and sickest pieces!
By: Ink-Less
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