They say that I'm cute, but,
Then they ask me why I bathe in my own filth
When I do that, they tut,
I'm less cute,
And more, ew!
They say I'll eat anything,
Give it to me, and I'll scarf it down in one gobble,
But they don't say this like it's a good thing,
They're all fat, they pronounce,
But then, they like that
Isn't it my "fat" that makes up their every extra ounce?
They say I'm smart, but
Then they wonder why I'm so rash
As if I don't have reason to kill
Isn't that exactly how they act?
Everything they say is true,
That I will not deny, but
Dare they squeal that I'm
Too dirty
Too obese
Too bloodthirsty and irrational
And I'll oink,
What's your point?
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Life As I See It
PoetryI don't know much about life, I'm pretty young and very confused, So I don't have any answers To the questions you no doubt have; I don't know anyone who does. I'm only writing to feel, And only writing because I feel. So read if you feel too, Becau...
