Daz's poetry 1

Argument &; Abuse

Do this, do that, Do this, do that, Don't wear your hair down, Or curl it, or plait, Did I say you could leave the table? Did I give you permission?...

Beautiful

When you step off the bus And into a pud-dle It's just one more part Of your life that's a mud-dle And all you need now, Is someone to cud-dle That-...

Cruel

I know you were one of those kids, Who ripped the legs off spiders. You'd tell your girlfriend sweet nothings, To get your dick inside her. You'd...