Theater 18
( To Da Baddest Bitch in Da Club. Dat Bae Monia.)
Spray your perfume
Until my eyes bleed,
All you bring is pain
And you’re still what I need.
You can dump the bucket
On top of my head,
And I will wear it proudly
Until I am dead.
The music we like
Makes us disagree,
But regardless of taste
You’re the flavor for me.
What you are doing
You probably can’t see.
You’re making me the man
That I want to be.
Unlike the worms you eat
I’ll never be sour,
Unless you leave me now
I’ll be left without power.
I’ll take a nerds rope
And tie it real tight,
And maybe it would hang me
If I didn’t take a bite.
Regardless of the future
I will always remember,
The Hunger Games we went through
In that cold November.