Here's My Poetic Contribution to The World (Don't Say I Didn't Warn U):
Just A Bunch of Jerks
Ok so here I go
Time to start the show
I’m going to tell you about some guys we all know.
It doesn’t matter their names
Cause they are all the same
Could be called John, Phil, Jack, or Kirk
Point is they’re all just a bunch of Jerks
So this is my story to help you believe
And remember it doesn’t matter if the name is Cory or Steve
Because in the end they’re gonna Leave
Trust me on this, It’s gonna be your pet peeve.
So let’s get ready and let’s start
While some are amateurs, others are pretty smart.
They will mess with your head and with your heart
They are so good at it, they think of it as an art
The sad reality is, that’s the worst part.
They play their games and mess with your mind,
It’s all the same, time after time.
You can look into their eyes
And they’ll still tell you lies.
Some are small and they’ll make you sigh,
Others hurt more and they’ll make you cry.
Some go to the clubs and they’ll tell you some rhymes,
But really it’s all just a bunch of stupid pick up lines.
They are not looking for love, instead it’s all lust,
That’s why they aren’t looking at your eyes, instead it’s at your bust.
Some are more rude and they’ll try and grab your ass,
Those dudes really have no class.
Doesn’t matter what they say,
Hell they’ll even pay
They’ll buy you drinks,
They’ll make you laugh and give you a little wink
Even though their goal ultimately stinks.
All they want is you in bed
So remember…remember what I said.
In the end they don’t want a friend,
It’s really the pits
Cause all they want is your ass and your tits.
But it doesn’t stop there cause there’s plenty more,
Hold on tight, cuz we’re going Hardcore!
There’s never any perks,
Cause these guys are just plain JERKS!
With some there is no cure
They are just plain insecure.
They are jealous and they hold on tight
It’s crazy…you become like a kite.
The string is attached never out of their sight,
And they hold on with all their might.
They become very possessive,
It sickens me because they are so obsessive.
They absolutely won’t let go,
Some will even get nasty and call you a Hoe!
Reality is…they are all just a bunch of Psychos!
Trust me, they aren’t just angry and need to vent,
These guys have serious problems with anger management.
Once you’re in, it’s hard to get out,
Even if you scream and shout!
It’s all about Control
They want to tell you what to Do,
Eventually it takes a toll
And you’re better off alone…Just Plain YOU!
So then there’s the ones that will say everything right,
Make you feel good in the middle of the night.
They’ll rub your tummy and call you “honey”,
These are the ones that just want your money,
And really that’s not very funny.
They’ll make you think that they are weak and soft,
When all they really want is to rip you off.
Some will make you think they are desperate and in need
And you’ll think like you’re doing a good deed.
Don’t be fooled, don’t be conned
Because you’ll be left with nothing and be taking baths in a pond.
Others are more high tech
Cause they are looking for the big pay check.
There is no line they won’t cross
And at the end, it’s going to be your big loss.
So don’t smoke any hash
And hold on to your cash
Cause I truly do care
I don’t want to see you on welfare.
So before I end this rhyme,
I’m going to tell you one more time,
As I sit here and give you ample clues,
I’m going to give you one more example of the way they use.
They call themselves males
But that’s not saying much,
It’s actually pretty stale
The way they use it like a crutch.
They tell you you’re their girlfriend
Over and over again;
Meanwhile, they could be screwing your so called friend.
They’ll tell you that you’re the only One
Yet behind your back, they could have a wife, and a son.
Others will call you and you’ll want to meet
While their girlfriend sits at home…they’re all just a bunch of cheats.
It’s like a disease
They can’t stop
Even if you beg them please
They’ll just keeping going like they are buying presents at the shops.
Think of it like Drugs
It’s an addiction,
They’re not looking for hugs
And no this isn’t Science Fiction.
It’s the truth
And it doesn’t matter if they are adults or youths
Doesn’t matter their name
Because they are all the same.
It doesn’t matter the language they speak
Because everything that comes out of their mouth just reeks.
It doesn’t matter the color of their skin or their eyes
Because they’ll still tell you a bunch of lies.
It doesn’t matter if they are tall, short, big or small,
It really makes no difference at all.
It doesn’t matter where they work
If they are a doctor, a lawyer, a teacher, or a jeweller at Birks
Bottom line is: They’re all Just a Bunch of Jerks!.
-BK
