Emotional Fingerbang
This is a rap for the words
I never spit
An ode to the crap
I never shit
And here’s some more bull
I don’t want to admit
Go ahead, get the sharpie
Write it up on the list:
Number one, this whole,
No touch, fuck, just talk,
Well it’s a load of
Stink, stank, and stonk
But I willbchase, beg, and stalk
Before I pray, take, or walk
Because I wrote our names in chalk
And when it rains, guess it’s my fault?
Maybe it was just how I was
Taught
Alright, you win, here,
I’m caught
Number two I’m sick
of always being the person
who always has to come first
and say the best verse
And--
Sleep in the middle,
And be the one to burst
Everyone’s bubble,
I’d like it reversed
Where everyone’s trouble
and I’m just coerced
And I’m sick of trying my best
on every occasion
Like, How many more ways
can I stereotype Asian?
Numbers three, four and five,
Guess I’ll finally admit
I’m probably the one
who destroys all my relationships
Like take chainsaw
Like take it all off
Had a brain cough,
Your skin is so soft
And I’m back to wanting you again
acting like i’m zen
Back to wanting all my friends
wanting to pretend and
play house,
and have a play-spouse
and when i’m ready
i’ll build a playhouse
no boys allowed!
three ain’t a crowd
just a threesome
just a heart strum
graduated top in my class
of bitches who love their mum
unrequited love alum
lower than your chewing gum
six seven and eight
are all three of my first dates
and id get into it
but you were probably there
and id get into it
but i’m sure you probably won’t care
So take a tango with the last two fucks
That wouldn’t live
And resuscitate my heart
That won’t
Give you up
Let you down
Turn around and
Press you like
a flowerbook collection
Like a morningtime erection
Like I’ve never felt rejection
Attending 2016, Fuckboy convention
Lost, like your last connection
Like I’m no Direction
Too bad I wasn’t named Perfection
I guess I’ll write it in this section,
Sincerely yours,
Your last reflection