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Jul062004

07.06.2003:Dr. LVB Eminem Braun Poem 03

Am I a headcase. 
Would you spit in my face.
Show me your flair so you make me want to care.
 
It's 4th of July
and people are gonna die,
you think it's funny.
It's you who lost all your money.
 
You've got gook in your hair.
You should wipe off that sneer.
Why should I pick up the phone.
I know you're in funky zone. 
There you go swearing, instead of prayerin.
 
It's all a big game.
I'm not stuck up from fame.
Just blew my mind,
I thought I was so freaking kind.
Now how could that be
I'd better climb that fucking tree.
I feel like a big fat kid.
 
Does anyone wanna start the bid.
My heart is racing like crazy
You know I'm not lazy.
My head is getting so hazy.
I think it's you that is crazy.
 
I never said I would change.
I know that I'm strange.
If you cannot see the real me.
It's the real you who should flee.
 
I walked less then a mile.
My back dripping with sweat.
How do I say this,
I think I'm tasting my own bile.
I might puke in your face.
No, don't want to leave a trace.
 
I just left the gym
and the place was so grim.
Another day seemed to take them all away.
Where did they go.
Was it fun at the beach.
I can't stand in the sand.
I prefer concrete on my feet.
 
I could kick you in your crack but that would be wack.
Slap you on the back and say hey there my friend.
I think you're at it again.
 
Turn my mind to wood.
You know I wish that I could.
I would delete the attraction
this is causing a hellish distraction.
When your going berserk and acting like a jerk.
 
I know not to follow.
I don't want to be influenced by your actions.
It's time to make some retractions.
 
Smoke this, drink that, pop this pop that.
No wait, I just changed my mind.
I'm seeing the trainspotter 
and he's right up my behind.
 
What's the antidote.
Just take off my coat.
No time to change the transmission.
Not into submission.
 
If I listen to this crazy state.
I would wind up in wooden crate.
I'm all outta tears.
Time to be outta here.
 

Dr. LVB Eminem Seuss

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Lori, I love your poetry like no other.
March 15, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterIka Nut

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