This poem/song is about a fat chick falling in target, enjoy:
B**** I remember the day your fat a** fell,
Yeah it’s true fat people have a smell,
Your a** is a dart
And floor is the target,
Ya fat f***** fart
Falling In target,
You make me shake,
Not out of madness or fear
But the same way
You made the earth quake
Please don’t fall on me
I fear your mass and velocity.
Your usually slow as hell
Except this time when you fell
E=mc2 b****
Gravity my n___a
you’ve become it
Aww f*** look at the floor
Who’s going to pay for that?
You stupid fat w****
Oh well
What’s done is done
At least your scared Satan
All the way down in hell
(get it because your fat b**** was fell)
All Comments
That’s horrible writing. If you want to sell a song, you have to use metaphors and stuff.
“Your ass is a dart, and the floor is the target”
That’s not a good metaphor! Try again!
Why don’t you help me finish this album?
You kept changing your rhyme scheme.
“You make me shake,
Not out of madness or fear
But the same way
You made the earth quake”
After a steady ABAB stanza. And you treated earthquake like two separate words no less! I could write a saga on how many elementary school mistakes you made here. This is basic English and creative writing. Maybe you should go back to school instead of poorly roasting fat people, you ignorant fuck.
I’m sorry I didn’t poetry hard enough in grade school my lord. I was too busy being cool af.jk I majored in nursing not in English. Creative writing can suck my ass.
Haha everyone who stinks at something says “It can suck my ass.” Enjoy your nursing career while those who have talent enjoy presenting in public and on the net and at live shows. And it’s not because you didn’t “poetry enough” in grade school – it’s because you’re a fucking moron in general, it appears.
Well, that sucked.