Black Bikini Bottom - Poem by Soah '.'
My energy's depleted, and I find my smile is gone
Makin' dimples hurts my face, but I can see it's all some want
The strain on me doesn't matter, is it's a smile for mi amor
From mi amor to mi amor, On and on, however it goes
Got an instigated headache from my parents and their woes
And how they push them onto me, see they can't bear to hold their load
I don't mind carrying baggage, but the way they push it makes me cold,
But it warms up a passion in me, a fire deep down in my soul
I feel this funny shifting mental weight on me, from my head to my soles
It drives me mad, then I get calm,
Think good thoughts of Rob and Bob,
This is something you'd find strange if you know me apart from Tom
Right now I see no reason for your kind to be alarmed
The coin toss was in their favor, so no little person that touched was bombed
And I do want Ménage à trois, but thats just me, the others don't,
They got so pissed when I told you Perry,
But I needed a laugh to sooth my wants,
My wants to lose my foot inside a bastard who didn't want,
The little effort it took to bring up this amazing thing of a son
Right now, Earth may seem big to me, but soon I'll need the sun
Mercury controls my motions. but at this moment, Mars has won,
And man I find it kinda fun, yet I find it kinda strange,
How I was just in my kitchen cryin' now I'm fillin' up a page,
Gettin a high up off the lead and the pen's ink, shaving remains,
Unorthodox are my ways, to be me, I don't plan to change,
But there's this funny little fear written on the inside of some old Hanes
What if I turn out like my name?
And burn out cause of some fame?
Well we can bridge that when we get there,
Grab my hand and keep me the same
Old four me's that are now, all in your present, heart and domain
I'll keep my face rugged for the cameras, or do you think I that should shave?
Oh dang Brit. teach me how to behave!
You'll know me as wild and untamed, I do hope you can handle me then
Cause right now I consider you a friend,
And again, you'd find that strange if you could tell Tim apart from 'Them'
Juli'll be the first to pierce my skin..
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