Narcissistic Poetry & Venting
Grain of Salt Writing
I may be alone and sometimes lonely these days,
but nigga I ain't playin no house
I aint feedin you, washing your clothes, and you aint sleepin on my couch
Have you lost your mind
you better find a way to take good care of me and my kids
You will not drive to my place
eat my kids cereal and dinner
and then say peace to my face
That music gets no play in this ride
I really thought you knew
I need a man that loves and adores me
and within from without make me feel knew
Some say gold digging
but whats wrong with seeing what you are willing to do for me
Men have gotten comforable
they use and abuse
What's all in this for me?
Adam nurtured and cared for his wife
She had no need to worry
She wasn't confused or misled and around Adam never felt scary
I am glad that I am seeing the light,
men respect you when you give yourself respect
Many losers are out there, they're just seeing what they can get
They want you and your sister and friend too
if you let them-- all they'll do is take advantage of you
My friend said, "I need you to come and sweep and mop my floor"
You have me so throwed off sir, dont you dare come knockin at my door
You will be standing outside
Cause I dont play house you big turkey jive
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