BEEF TOILET
I haven't ever shown any of my writing that actually means something. This could be a song, could not, whatever. Title of the section says poetry so I decided to post this.
Surprise!
Surprise!
That which catches me off guard,
Stealthy, slithering, sneaking about,
Questioning myself, inside and out.
Playing along in the treaturous game,
Even if I lied it would all stay the same.
Going to hell, being the sin,
For in this game you can never win.
Dealing with the matter at hand,
Sinking down; neck-deep in sand.
Hours pass that seem like days,
This is how I miss you in so many ways.
By the way it's not supposed to rhyme all the way and not supposed to have a specific pattern.
Surprise!
Surprise!
That which catches me off guard,
Stealthy, slithering, sneaking about,
Questioning myself, inside and out.
Playing along in the treaturous game,
Even if I lied it would all stay the same.
Going to hell, being the sin,
For in this game you can never win.
Dealing with the matter at hand,
Sinking down; neck-deep in sand.
Hours pass that seem like days,
This is how I miss you in so many ways.
By the way it's not supposed to rhyme all the way and not supposed to have a specific pattern.