The Big Galoot

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I don't know how I feel about writing "poetry", but here's the lyrics for a song that I'm never going to make. It's about a friend that I am getting very sick of. Seriously, fuck him.

Submitted: March 15, 2014

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Submitted: March 15, 2014



Big Galoot

by Trevor B.

Struggling in indecision

Have you been wronged again?

Or have you misread the provision

Which defines all real men?

I'm aware of your brittle heart

Hindered with thick plaque, unscraped

Which is why I dread to play the part

Of the voice that you've draped

So heavily, and getting only this

Grasped derivitive of lonliness

Believe me when I say I understand

And you deserve what you're going through

But it's nothing that a bandaid won't fix 

So wipe those tears away

Baby bitch boy tantruming over this

Bitterness of stationary existance

No attempt at movement

Just an insonsistent pretense

Constant boasting of a meaningless syndicate

No attempt at being free

Unstable, violent, miopic idiot

You're always worrying me

How much shame, how much hate

How much contempt do you feel

Harbored against the world of responsibility

And to those that live within it

So here's to you,

Pissy-eyed prick

Boo hoo, boo hoo

Let's all cry for you

Boo hoo, boo hoo

I'll still cry with you,

The Big Galoot

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