The Jobcentre Made Me Do ItWe're all slaves, do you know? Work ourselves to the bone, Become bitter and cold, silent and old, Trickling the riches from the 'Virtous and bold' Have you swallowed your pride down inside? Not sure which race to run, but not looking for a free ride? Me too. Forget your dreams, silence your pleas-GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES! 'Cause the paper behind the clipboard decrees "Thats now what WE believe!" Swap flesh for sweat, do you have a paycheck, or a monthly debt? We're just passing on their money, Now minimum wage is a luxery! Our country's down, we're getting pushed aroThe Jobcentre Made Me Do It
Something something, name thisAngry wanks, Spunk and cramps Loathing myself below Mr. Nice Got Sliced up Thrice Tryna deliver the final blow Lies and tears For so many years Do you like me now? A hollow shell In a digital hell Is this an all time low? Scaled fag Hides the bag Of rage that never died "Worthless shit, Who fucking quit!" WELL AT LEAST I FUCKING TRIED!! Clouded head Awake in bed A body with too many minds Delve inside Rescue my pride Who knows what the fuck you'll find?!Something something, name this
Forbidden LoveIt hasn't always been like this There was a time I was oblivios to bliss Then she came, and she wouldn't go away She annoyed the fuck out of me every day I couldn't understand what she was trying to say She told me everything with nothing to gain I was angry, I was hurt, and she wasn't to blame I just couldn't understand why she would share her painForbidden Love
Forbidden love, that's all I get Forbidden love that's full of regret Forbidden love doesn't get in the way Forbidden love just has nothing to say
For her I'd wait and with blood I'll pay, I swore to protec
Demon TigerPoem of a poet writing a poemI was never meant to speak; just say This pen was not meant to draw It was meant to tell Its stories unrivaled by all Talk of an earthly hell And how to reach nirvana one dayPoem of a poet writing a poem
I was never meant to cause; just inspire The artist in me wanted more So I reached for the stars Always a pleasure, never chore I have came, since then, so far But always one more poem I require
I was never meant to write reality; just truth A born passion of words Turned to obsession through years Strangest thing you never heard Wisest thing you’ll ever hea
Was having a bad time but you put a smile back on my face..
Ty
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I'll make a sig later..
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