hun be leavable

HUN, BE LEAVABLE

I’m in love with this real hot bitch

So fucking fine that she doesn’t exist

Crazy for who she pretended to be

Calm and cool and in love with me

I’m in love with her lovely words

that got air she blows that flies away like a bird

I’m so in love with all I heard

That I don’t give a fuck that I stepped on a turd

You’re so fine and further refined

You mean to murder my soul 

slaughter my mind 

So polished on the surface and ghetto underneath

You only play mellow so when you unleash the beast

The unlucky fellow just lets you eat

That fellow is me

You speak so pretty

So soft and sexy

I don’t think it’s shitty for you to neglect me

Wreck and disrespect me

In fell so in love with your fake facade

I couldn’t make out that your mind is macabre 

I ask god why you’re so odd

He says I don’t know bro

Just weave and bob

Behold her blows

She’s on the attack

But don’t react

It’s so sad I had that ass in the sack

Now I’m the only sucker flat on his back

Why did I fuck her?

I fell for an act

Now I can’t get enough of her I need her bad

But hey the shows over

The performance is done

Now I’ve got a boner

For some no one

An empty space where she used to be

I’m a fallen fanatic for a fake fantasy

You wrote the script

You played the lead

Directed the camera

Edited the scene

Fabrication

Make it all up

Such an auteur 

A heartless artist

A pretender

A tactical genius

Or an idiot

Cuz what I really mean is 

I don’t give shit

We love deep and hard and true

And hey look at me I stepped in doo doo

I am a poet 

My art is the truth

And that’s why I know

I’ll never lie to you

You mean so much

Everything to me

We’re so in love 

But not in reality

I don’t write for you

I wrote for me

I know we are through 

Let me be

We loved so deep and hard and untrue

And hey look at me I stepped in doo doo

You wanted a poem? 

Well here it is 

Now leave me alone and go have his kids

HARDLY AT THE PARTIES SINCE I STARTING FARTING AND DEPARTING

My name is Ben

And I don’t have friends

I don’t believe them anymore

I’m still Ben

Everything else ends

Only whores come thru my door 

They left me poor and on the floor

Now I’m four past forty four

Rhyming whore and door and poor and floor and bored and ignored

Cuz 

My name is Ben

And I don’t have friends

I don’t believe them anymore

I was in the zone

Now I’m old and alone

Got to stay stoned

As I roam

With no home

For my those poems to groan and moan

I must atone for my tone

I would pick up the phone

but My name is Ben

And I don’t have friends

I don’t believe in them anymore

I’m still Ben

Everything else ends