Little Sparrow
A little sparrow flits from tree to tree,
How fast and agile he can be
But under the cute fluffy feathers
Lies a cheating lying bastard
Yes he plays his games well
Yes he spins his webs of lies and deceit
Yes he dances a beautiful entrancing dance
but he should know the faster you dance while spinning webs the easier it is for you to slip up
and now he has made a very big mess and everyone know to watch out of the little sparrow
poor him he ended up alone and broken with no one to play, anymore…
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hahaha wow, poor web-spinning charlie. As if a sparrow spinning webs weren’t warped enough, this poem makes the speaker seem absolutely manic.
“Lies a cheating lying bastard”
That line comes out of nowhere, and then you kind of digress into a shapeless rant.
Here’s a playful poem i wrote before for a ’love’s hurt’ poem, but you can use it to feed your ravid man-hate if you like :-)
And, oh, a woman’s woes;
in her passionate throes,
trembling from head to toes,
over what? God knows.
lol i wrote it a while ago – not man hate just charlie hate
i learnt a hard but gud lesson from the experience
– Laura Mal
fantastic work Kaura I honestly think ‘most’ guys r dickheads,.sorry guys sad but true :)!! lol
lol yes true – i guess u like to be included in ‘most’ ?
– Laura Mal
ah, such talk has inspired me to write a two-paragraph piece on ‘Gender,’ i’ll upload it now. It’ll probably offend some people, so i’m excited.
lol i’m glad then
– Laura Mal
huh? wtf? NO!! :(
lol just jking
arhh this had made me laugh
– Laura Mal