My poetic disorder

My poems are bipolar
500 poems written and I’m diagnosed with a poetic disorder.
I can write something romantic one minute.
I can write something very frantic,
it makes my mother panic
the next minute.
My poem can make a turtle come out its shell
My poem can make a heart melt

My poem can break a woman down.
My poem can break a heart so bad,
can have a person go missing
like keys in the lost and found.
My poem demonstrates my sexual abilities
about me boasting about my stamina and agility.
My poem also describes why pussy is too easy
that sex is

barely pleasing.
I can be a tease.
I just do enough to make her knees weak and cum all over the sheets
just with my words.
My pants, they zipped up and that’s my word.
My poem describes misery is a devil that tricks me,
into thinking life was made to be easy.

Devil tactics are drastic.
Smoking weed is the habit
to just  be poetic.
But yet , I wrote at least 20 poems of how Jesus is my greatest weapon.
I wrote a poem about how teachers and pastors are the biggest hypocrites.
My mood swing in my poem goes up and down like a stock exchange

My poetic words taught me to take chances ,
when I have a shot close range.
But I’m a sniper rifle, so I don’t want a relationship unless its long distance.
My poem is a sniper, because when in deep thought, I can go for long distance
like a female pastor that’s long winded.

My poem is joyful like Nickelodeon shows, just PG rated
Or my poems can be more destructive than the coronavirus,
which is demonic rated.

 

 

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