terça-feira, 6 de novembro de 2012

Never caring for the lyrics.

You always approved of the music.
You never really cared for the song you were sick.
 
Never really interested in the message.
You wanted the moves like a horse in dressage.
 
Pompous clown.
Predicting their reactions with accuracy.
Sarcastic frown.
Your face´s charismatic elastacity.
 
Just a breeze for your small heart.
I´m the source of creativity,.
people smell your plagerism
 when I fart.
Your lack of longevity
toward selling out, you go
from us- depart.

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