This poem is about bella and bitterfittor and it is good i like it 2 thumbs straight up
ok. embarassment spotlight.
or just. disgusting.
i had a lot of pimples as a teen.
my dad bought some
disgustingly
smelling lotion thing
which i used like 2 times ever
which was supposed to make it better.
he never spoke about it. neither did mom.
except when she was a disgusting freak
and said she gets pimples DOWN THERE.
you know what i mean. right.
you dont say
CUNT
because thats a really
bad swear and then
bad things happen to you
and others you use it against.
one of these was a guy
who was bitter at me.
no idea what that is.
im not bitter. i just like writing a lot.
i dont write "go to hell (so-and-so)" all day long.
i write. and then the shit stops.
most people prefer
their minds to be guttery
and their words to be squeeky clean.
so. anyway.
mr bitter was bitter towards me.
so i just write. BITTERFITTA.
not in caps. just used for effect.
and he blocks me.
then he always posts
after ive posted something
on miss poetry site.
to tell me that i should
create lots of fake accounts
and pretend im something im
not and suck up to him.
because thats all they do there.
most comments (+90% of poems
dont get a comment) are
"fin dikt med mening
(insert boring analysis
of structure akin to
"this poem is about
darkness. it is sad.
i get sad inside when i
read it THUMBS UP LOTS etc
[continue cybering in
private messaging]")".
i got tired of this IRL.
aka phone sex.
not really IRL then.
but pretty close.
you just lose
85% of the message.
and then i met bella.
and everything was alright for 1½ year.
now its gone another 1½ years
and things arent alright anymore.
theyre like before only worse.
now ill enjamb this later
portion for miss poetry site.
things got better. maybe.
by the way.
bellas fitta luktade
inte bitterfittigt.
inte mycket alls.
som saliv. typ.
av Tomas Ove Johansson (ris och ros)
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