Admission is Free

The prospect of the future shows bleak dismay
But looking back on the past I have no good to say
All the tears and the sniffles of my utter depression
Bring forth a life to this new confession
It’s an admission of my lies and of all my deceit
To a man, from a girl, he tends to beet
No, not physically, not with his arms
But with words, harshness, and insult bombs
In time he'll be rewarded for all he has done
As for now, my friend, the payback has just barely begun.

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2 comments so far.

1. Jesse Gonzalez says:

   Very ballsy. Nice.

2. Brad Couturier says:

   So, what exactly were you thinking when you wrote this? I appreciate all the comments you've made on my work and have no way of contacting you. I like this one. What's going on to make you write this?