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I write these lines with my sparse rhymes
to remind myself of all the bad times.
Of all the hate and all the pain I’ve felt,
which always alone I have dealt.

All the good,
To much bad,
don’t get me started on dad...
You know it’s sad.
I’m so bad,
I get irate
I cant wait
I’m constantly late.
I never walk away from a debate.
You cant imagine how much i hate.
I have sinned, again and again
Sometimes my words sound like a din.
I can be dull as tin
Sometimes i cant remember where I’ve been.
I get anxious and paranoid
My mind can be like a void.
Devoid of all emotion
Losing the skill for bi-pedal locomotion

But with my bad there is some good.
Talk about it?
I guess I should.

I can love and I can laugh
******** I’m a hoot and a half.
I’m sarcastic in just the right way
pull out something lame and i’m ready to play.
I’m perverted beyond measure,
which is just right for your pleasure.
I’m eager to please
I’m free of disease
I’m amazing you’d say
and SO humble, almost every day.
So please belay whatever you have to say.
I’ve never needed approval anyway.