Euologies of a Rotten Sunday

Euologies of a Rotten Sunday

A Poem by dreaming dame

Umm, bad words and a bad mood. :D


Idiotic a******s

Inconsiderate liers

Nothing more to say

Other than get out of my way 


I cleaned up your s**t,


You come near me,

Well; that's your sacrifice.


apology for rudeness.

But truth hurts.

Writers block or no

I still got my flow.


So get out of my way.

Person who may or may not

Give wants and thoughts.

So drink 'till you rot.

© 2012 dreaming dame

Author's Note

dreaming dame
This was written... Feb. 26, 2012. Yea, I'm never like this. Just a stressed out poem. If you have issues with the words, then don't review. Don't even read. okay? :) Thank you.
Oh! Thanks Poe for the title:)

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Oh! *blushes and waves it off* Don't mention it doll. x3 Love you and truthfull poetry. Everyone's got this kind of stuff in their heads. And i admire the way you deal with it. :)

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Added on March 26, 2012
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Tags: Euologies, Sunday, annoying, drink


dreaming dame
dreaming dame

Southern Ontario, Canada

I'm 18 now, finally the age I dreamed of being as a kid lol. Life has shown that lessons can be taught in a very difficult way.. but I believe in finding the little things of beauty in everyday life.. more..