I aint no type U know
Aint got any traits to show
Have my own quirky style
Not gonna walk in file
I wont follow the herd
nor stick to the curb
Wud rather be dead
than stick labels on my head
Coz I Aint gonna dance
to the same old tunes
I got my own rhythm
So hear me groove ya fools!
Types are a curse
cant think of nothing worse
Gud for a laugh
but boy can they hurt!
All the snowflakes
look darn near the same
A wise man it takes
to know their names
See them truly
understand their game
Types make no sense
each one is a pearl
See past the pretense
give em' a twirl
See the curtains part
to a whole new world
1 comment:
love the thought :) keep it going..
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