DON'T TALK TO ME

Don't talk to me

If you are pushy
Clingy,
Negative,
Superficial,
Whiny,
Two-faced,
Or are a constant
Take, take
TAKER.

Don’t talk to me,
If you are all grown up

And like Hello Kitty,
And everything
Pink n' pretty,

Cutesy bears,
Stuffed animals,
Dangly things at the ends
Of your pens and pencils,
And annoying little dogs
That look like
RATS!

Get a reality check.

And fine-tune your radar

Like the one found in a

Genuine

COOL CAT.

Don’t call me
To gossip,
Or for empty
Bullshit
Chit chat.
I get bored
By you fluff whores,
It's why I don’t answer
Phones

Or doors
If you cant stimulate
My mind,
Don’t
Waste the time
I need to unwind!
Yours may be worth

Only a dime
But not mine,
Not mine,
I'm FINE!

I don’t like folks
Who are like
Washing machines.
Wishy washy -
Goin' back n' forth,
Round and round,
Indecisive,
Repetitive,
And not worth
The detergent.
I throw them in -
Shake, wring, shake!
Slap, slap, wring.
And throw them out.
They won't clean up
No matter how long
I leave
Them in.

Don’t talk to me
About your pop tart
Idols
And your animal gods.
I have no patience
When the world outside is
Dying,
And the children are crying,
Without heat,

Or something
To eat,
To care who is doing what,
And for what?
What the hell are you bozos
Doin' about anything relevant?
Only the irrelevant.
So fuck you
And your pop culture
CARTOON!

So don’t talk to me
If you're
Depressed,
Compressed,
A mess,
A follower,
A coward,
A hater,
Insensitive,
Selfish,
Egotistical,
Ignorant,
Flashy,

Flashy...

*click*

TRASHY

And don't hover around
When you need something,
See opportunity,
Smell green,

Need pennies for gasoline,
Or simply want kush.

I ain't no fool, fellas
So DON'T

Beat around the BUSH!

Backstabbers
Money grabbers
All junk and no swagger
Materialistic dipshits
With the evil eyes
Of envious pricks!
They not only want ONE
But all of my lipsticks!

Your words are never bond
And that’s why you're

The last bitches

To be
Bashed

In this song
Be gone
Be gone

*Poof*

GONE.

Look what you started.
Couldn’t help it, man.
I think you are all retarded.
Oh no!
What did I do?
Now there ain't shit to talk to!
That’s right.
*Shit*
Tightly compacted like
Hash bricks.
Throw some in foil
Melt the oils
Burn it up and
Smoke the soil.
The whole world is falling
Down
Down

DOWN!

And all they care about is
Britney

And that 50 Cent sound.

Let Truth be heard

Let Truth be found

Poor innocent children
Are being killed and
Tortured all around

And their hearts

*Pound*

POUND!

Little hands and feet too weak

To get up off the ground.

The world is too distracted

To save them.

Or even just aid them

From the

Fucked-up

Misery

And suffering
In which they

drown

drown

- six feet -

UNDERGROUND. 

*Proven*

 

Evil is indeed the smartest man in town
Because he's managed
to blind and dumb down
the world
and fill it
with all these
Self-centered

Self-serving

Pathetic

 

Little
CLOWNS.

=Blue Panther=

"DON'T TALK TO ME"

by Suzy Kassem, Copyright 2008 - 2010