I Can Do Better

Haters haters haters Are all that I see Just standing there glaring at me And gritting their teeth What did I do To cause them to pick on me? They were probably conceived From the devil’s evil seed Or maybe they are just A bunch of filthy half breeds People are always dissing me Saying that I’m lost and that I should go away And sometimes they even classify me As a dude that is gay He is always saying this And she is always saying that But the truth is that I don’t even really give a crap People come to my diary Saying that my poetry sucks Bitch how are you going to criticize my poems You don’t even know enough Talking about I can’t pay for college And that I haven’t graduated high school yet I got the diploma to prove it sweetheart Honestly how much do you wanna bet? Last time I checked an interrogative sentence Is not a form of criticism You think that what you are doing is funny But it really isn’t See you think you know But you have not a damn clue You are so immature that you stoop To a level lower than you’re supposed to Why do you like to diss me? Please tell me why? Because I think that it is very ignorant of you And it tends to become repetitive after a while But whatever I wouldn’t expect you to listen Because you still act like a child No you never listen to anybody There is no use living in denial Just keep it up I think it is funny And I’ll just keep laughing because You are not worth my time or money By Glenn McCrary © 2009 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)