
A more positive take on a poem by a late friend of mine. I'm sure he'd have more than respected the message. Wrote this a good few months ago, but somehow forgot to post it.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Romance - Words: 314 - Published: 10-08-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2424233
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-1They Still Don't Match
I'm not concerned about your enemies
And I find normal something hard to be
I kinda let your ego kinda get to me
I'm so sick of your hypocrisy
And my socks don't match
You're not good enough for me
And it's not to hard to see
You're not good enough for me
And I'm glad to finally see
That you're not good enough, no
You're not good enough for me
And on this we won't agree
Everyone keeps telling me how I'm so sick
'Cos their all self-righteous, self-decided, selfish pricks
With minds so self-diluted and with skulls so thick
Those souless cunt consummers can all suck my dick
And my socks don't match
And you're not good enough for me
And it's not too hard to see
You're not good enough for me
And this is how it's gonna be
And you're not good enough, no
You're not good enough, no
You're not good enough for me
And I know you won't believe
I'm a right-abuser with a right to complain
And everything I say's constructively insane
Never would I bother with a life so inane
As my mother once told me, I've got no game
And my socks don't match
And you're not good enough for me
No, you're not good enough for me
And you're not good enough , no
You're not good enough, no
You're not good enough for me
And I know you won't believe me that
You're not good enough
I know you want me but I know you're not good enough, no
You're not good enough for me
And I think I'm finally free
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