beef? not really, means nothing to me
you? if i'm hungry just something to eat
a hook? fuck it, i'll just spit some bars
the world? fuck it, there's always Mars
seriously i just spit silly lines for my own enjoyment
like you spit your boys seed, no homo, you just enjoy men
this is the part where my rhymes cease to make cents
like being unemployed and Bush the President, don't make sense
since my mind grows weary, and i hate love-hate
and the world doesn't care about my life fuck fate
i'm handle me and my hobby, fuck critics, slob me
added this last line to make it not rhyme, fuck you

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"I don't want to be deep... I want to feel deep and use that feeling to express depth itself..."
-Konchance

my poetry:
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