Who wouldn’t like Kim Kardashian? Right? So I made this poem specifically for her.
Enjoy xD
The T.V’s always making out
That Lindsay isn't clever
But I've got bigger things in mind
So I'm like yeah, whatever.
See something happened recently
That really messed my head.
Folks sprayed writings on my house
And this is what it said:
“What's the point of Kim Kardashian?
What does she have to give?
Why are decent people shot and killed
While Kim Kardashian lives?
Has she ever made an album
You could sit through more than once?
Let’s put her down across the town
In different colored fonts.”
This plea to arms shot through my heart
Those cruel words really bugged me.
I'd always thought up to this point
That everybody loved me.
I told the maid to scrub it off
If her family wanted feeding.
But the next day to my disbelief
A new message appeared, reading:
“What's the point of Kim Kardashian?
Where does her talent lie?
Won't she be completely fucking screwed
When Judgment Day arrives?
What's the deal with Kim Kardashian?
Just how did she get this far?
Which direction were we looking in
While she became a star?”
This time I was really mad
Oh boy, I'd had enough.
Who would twice befoul my sacred walls
But that Paris Hilton ‘huff’?
So I called a gangsta pal of mine
Whose services don't come cheap
And had the whole Hilton family
Dismembered in their sleep.
That's the point of Kim Kardashian:
She's a girl who gets things done.
She swats her enemies like flies
But knows how to have fun.
So don't mess with Kim Kardashian;
Bow down to her instead.
Or everyone you care about
Will end up bruised and dead.
No offense intended >.<
Who’s next?
