I woke up and read mah last night jot
which is written below, describing all mah fraught
1)>I think sometimes overstressed till the last dot
Girl, you are mah sweet little pot
Don’t go away, I love you a lot
we could be together living happly in a boat
orĀ in the backyard with a cow and a goat
If you ever love me not
I will hit myself with a gunshot
Or kill people without a single thought
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2)>Just leave me forever, I besought
Let me delete in mah brain, your snapshot
Go away and end this distraught
All mah wounds has recovered to clot
I owe you none and love you not
If you are hurt then drink bullshot
This is to you, mah last ever written jot……
yours not so interested friend
name written in your fake memories….

good one! amazing one.
your sense of humour is so like my way of thinking, only i use softer words and sometimes angrier ones
these two poems are terrific!
keep them coming.
That’s an extreme behaviour….I thought u were moderate one….I am disheveled and irregular though….U seems to me a lot more of composed and calm type….
Thanx for the praise…..I love to read your comments…
I used to be calm, lately whatever i call myself i cant call myself calm, but i am silent, mostly
silent as a dark cloud bursting with lightning and thunder ha ha.
hope you wont be scared
haha…the first piece is very funny! liked it quite a bit!