fortyseven

Your words mean nothing to me

They are just like a rock in the veld

Have you ever held

A promise longer than ten seconds?

Your venom

Killing me slowly, cliché

For me this is just another like a bouquet

The flowers rot

Lot

You deserve the slice you received

What have you achieved?

Rhyming is not a vice

Your cannot eat it like rice

Well what a bunch of crap they say this is

But look at me when I say this

You will die

And fry

In hell

With the hell mates from hell

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Listen to what you write:
"Your words mean nothing to me
They are just like a rock in the veld"
:)
Don't let anyone tell you; you aren't good, you got a talent for sure.
I like this a lot, good rhyming, it made it fun yet strict to the words you spoke.