Rhythm of AngerMature

Quick rhythm and rhyme poem at 2.30 in the morning. This is normal for me :D

You're a dick


You no account hick.

You think you're so hot

Should know that you're not.

You're a joke


A typical bloke.

Cash slips through your fingers

And no woman lingers.

You can die


I'm not gonna lie.

For you it's the chase

Don't care bout the place.

You're a thick


If you think that he'll stick

He's out for the next whore

While you're on the dance floor.



The End

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