Driven Metaphors

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I stick to the man,
When the man sticks me in a van,
I thought there was candy,
My mom told me to go,
My dad told me to go,
They all told me to go,
Im sad, lonely, alone,
I grab, hold, dont let go,
Of any sorta feelings I feel,
Instead of fearin em,
Im delerious,
Seriously,
But you're still inferior,
To me,
Your weirder than a bearded female,
For steerin your wheel without changin your mirrors,
You cant see around you,
When you not lookin,
Anything could be around you,
But you just keep movin,
Without regard for who is,
In the other lanes,
Are you fuckin sane?
Ill be blunt Ill be waving,
I catch up and ask you to explain,
Why you so refrained,
Arent you ashamed of yourself,
They say get the fuck up out my space,
You're waistin your time,
Cuz i got no time for you basics,
Believe me by the time you leave,
Ill be makin my trees,
tripple your leaves,
I left simply uneased,
Then went back and broke all their knees,
To heal all there greed.

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IQ
Member since February 5 2017

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