Wait Wait..

I wanted to write something but had no idea, so I asked one of my friends she replied with a ...'Wait Wait'...so here I am...

Wait wait

Straight from the facts

I bring you that

What you ll Never forget

I think alot

But I ll give you the zest

f**k you all

F**k this 

F**k that

You behave like you won't ever forget this place

But what after your death

Your ego, your stress

I ll put all in a stack

Make you judge yourself

Then beat you with my words on a random beat

Till you are out of your breath

F**k that stack

Come to my world

You ll forget

What you want

You ll get what you wanted to get

I ll f**k you in verbal spats

But it isn't all about that

It's about living

It's about leaving, who left

Moving on and going ahead

Doesn't matter who you f**k

It has to be clean, clear

And may be after that you sign a pact

To f**k that person again

Left or right it wasn't never ment to be that

Just go where you want and then explain latter what all about was that

Wait till I get my breath back

Bong shots took my stress

Just wait till I get back..

Author's Note

Obviously you can judge me it's your own choice..and I please tell me if you find any grammatical error. I think there might be some.
And it's just something kind of freestyle, so tell me how was it..🙄

Reviews

[Norbanus]

The verse is free, but not the soul inside.
How tragic that we know this path so well.
The verse gives clarity to what you hide,
while drawing out this flawless map to hell.

Not often do we see a rhymeless verse
paint pictures quite so vivid and so dire.
I wonder if the image could be worse.
Those naked ashes need no further fire.

And yet, from out of fog a hand appears,
extended for a final touch of grace.
The wandering path, more ragged through the years,
has brought these scrambled pages to their place

With any luck, you'll lose the wasted 'f**k'
and find a word more fittin' to the cause.
Perhaps a word with meaning you can tuck
into the readers' minds to give them pause.

Somewhere beneath the twisted loss long past,
we search for recollections that will last.