Twisted Poem by joey brown

'Your twisted'
You all insisted
Ya that's me
With the screwed up personality

Atleast I don't go on
Thinking that I'm the only one
Your not all that matters
So quit with your chatter

If you would stop thinking only of you
Then you would see past your lil' world
Then you would see that some are shoeless
But no your completely clueless

Ya I'm twisted In my head
But your conpletely brain dead
ya maybe I should take meds
But your brain might as well be made of lead