Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Lacking Of Mind
She writes with curvy penmanship,
The kind of curves I wish my handwriting had.
She diligently signs her name,
And silently, I watch her.
Her words, they make no sense,
And sometimes, she's just writing plain silliness.
Her poetry has no relevance to the world.
And while every now and again
She will have uttered true genius,
She is still not a real poet.
She is still just a pretty face,
With pretty handwriting,
And dire words.
She is made up of the beauty of appearance,
The lacking of mind.
March 30, 2004
Suge
*There are some people out there who just think they can write but it turns out that they should never have tried in the first place.
The kind of curves I wish my handwriting had.
She diligently signs her name,
And silently, I watch her.
Her words, they make no sense,
And sometimes, she's just writing plain silliness.
Her poetry has no relevance to the world.
And while every now and again
She will have uttered true genius,
She is still not a real poet.
She is still just a pretty face,
With pretty handwriting,
And dire words.
She is made up of the beauty of appearance,
The lacking of mind.
March 30, 2004
Suge
*There are some people out there who just think they can write but it turns out that they should never have tried in the first place.
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Lacking Of Mind
Lacking Of Mind
