I’ve Been Over The Bullshit by Kori | Written 3/29/2017
You seek pity from the wrong party,
Combat kindness with an iron rod of nastiness.
Kind words spoken only get attacked more,
but when sweetness goes out the window its a problem.
We both can’t be the villain.
You can’t wear the mask of the Joker when it suits you,
and I need to learn that bitches will be bitches.
(This isn’t a diss to female dogs)
Noon has just reared its head,
and the air is already thick with venom laced words.
Will all this hardship will lead to a large Fortune in the end?
I hope so.
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