Homie’s Praise by Buttercup Yes to you I gave part of me But part of me Gained part of you Which may or may not be Part of someone else But you see THIS IS NOT A GAME OF TAG And I I am not it We are not going to jump back into nursery school And play hopscotch Handball Or hula-hoop And you are not going to try To come and find me Because this is not a game After today I never wanna see your face Hear your voice Or speak your name Being involved in this shitty shenanigan Has already brought me to much shame Brought me so far down For you I only wish the same pains But of course You’re that type of guy So you can get away with being deranged With your homie’s in the background singing your praise Being totally dismissed is the girl who Didn’t see through your game Lucky for you I am too strong to allow you to Destroy my pride Fuck You Go find someone else It’s not my turn to hide I’m gonna stay a top this jungle gym And watch Bob, Greg, Carlos, And Michael Chase Kim While Cindy Over here Teaches her boogers How to swim Well, as for you You can go Burry your head in wood chips I just Really, Really hope Your dip with the scum and dirt of The playground comforts you Because after all you’ve Said and done That’s all you could Possibly Amount to Added to GotPoetry.com ( http://www.gotpoetry.com ) on 30-Aug-2008