People sing all the time
Elevating their humble origins
They sing about sweetness
About loneliness
About love, calling out to love
Over and over again
Pitch problems amassing
Thank God for autotune?
And when you sing along
To anthems of youth with others
Every flaw in your voice is hidden
The epitome of friendship
But such a transformation has solid effects
Just listen to instrumentals
It could be about love
It could a story like those in Fantasia
It could tell of about hardship
It could be anything, everything you're feeling now
Or it could just
Be about
Bitches and hos and getting high and cashing in and rollin' in a lamborghini and "Blah Blah Blah"
What a world we live in today.
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wrote this at 12:30 AM last night waiting for my mom to come out of the shower (she came out an hour later...). I had an idea and it took me all of 5 minutes. no editing. I don't know whether or not I really like it, or if it's what I intended, but I shouldn't be writing poetry anyway so I'm posting it so I will be discouraged to edit. :) qiao~
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ReplyDeleteErrors by Doctors.
Errors by Mothers.
Errors by the Mothers' of Doctors.
Errors are not the end.
They are things we can fix and sew,
Because even Mothers' of Doctors,
And Doctors' of Mothers,
Can notice and change a stupid typo.
What a world we live in today.
we know what you've been up to (:
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