Ego
I'm dusty
Chocking
Heavy and drowsy
You can blow your dust my way
Who am I to stop you
You will blow your dust my way
I will puff my self up
And then do the same
It's hard to stay on my knees
Sweeping up all my mess
As I choke on yours
Be you humble or not
If I strike
You will get no warning
I want to rise straight to the top
I want to bust throo the ceiling
I want to hold you commoners in each of my hands
Me now a giant green raging ugly monster
I want you to feel small in my grasp
Sighhhh
But it's all just dust
So I make my knees saw
I must keep sweeping up
Or how about fluff?
Those fluffy balls of dust
Usually bites of information
Just foolish stuff
A celebration of disfunction's
Brittany spears muff
How can this dust get so heavy
And why am I addicted to dust?
How can something so nothing fool me?
Why is there pain to this fluff?
This poems going nowhere
It's filled with useless stuff
You know that time where they say
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Find god before then
Once your gone you can't enjoy being fluff
And you run out of dust