A Poetic Ransom

Stiches
I know most of my followers are trolls
They’re fat & unattractive jelly rolls
They can’t fill all the little tiny holes
They can’t find their own souls
God is still in control

Publicity is publicity
You made me famous by hating me
I will never thank you
You don’t deserve it
There will be be consequences for your s**t
Get hit
Ain’t lit
It’ll take a little bit

F*ck you, Ashole McDumbf**k
And your cuck
May you ALWAYS be stuck, down on your luck, trying to make a quick buck
Buck up b*tch
I’m the witch
I’m rich
You’re a snitch
Snitches are b*tches that end up in ditches
I bet that scar tissue itches from all those stiches
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Passenger Seat | A Poetic Ransom
A book 📕 I never published
A decade ago
No one would know

I was given the name, sitting in the passenger seat of my mother’s car
I just wanted to be a star
Future dreams from afar

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