16 years or less,
I've lived without stress.
Now I have to try my best,
Put myself to the test.
Looks affect me focus,
I don't know how it does it.
Like some hokus-pokus,
I can't concentrate; no shit.
Me haircut on Friday,
Me have it me own way.
On Monday me test me luck,
Me'll bet meself and probably get fucked.
Dragged out of the crowd,
My hair fucking loud.
Yay.
I know it's not rhyming,
Coz I can't be fucked,
Into thinking
- Hey! It rhymed.
Whatever.
-GreyKliche
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