“Maryland Monroe”

Choose to love words…. They’ve never ran off on me… Also I choose to love verbs… They are not just a action word to me…

I can tell if your lieing to me.. Just by active words…

 

(Me)

“So they think that I’m a psychic.”

 

Yesterday…

So…

Many times…

I’ve heard those lines…

Through dreams or reality…

Crab lock minds…

Blind fold me…

Then ask me the time…

 

(Random Person I know)

“What time is it?”

(me)

“It’s time for you to get a fucking watch…😑👈!”

 

Please!

It’s not rocket science…

You could have every degree…

From every prestigious college…

 

Commonsense…

To some…

Is like honey in the ear drum…

Can’t even hear ya………..

 

“Hold on real quick!”

 

 

 

“Ok……”

 

 

“I just went back 300 sum odd posts ago…”

 

 

 

“I said this same shit…☝”

 

“In a different way!”

 

 

“My appoligies, to my wordpress family…”

 

 

“So….”

“What y’all wanna hear?”

 

 

 

“Oh ya!”

 

 

“I just found out what a stanza is…”

 

 

 

“Now for sum lovey dovey dub dub reminisan…”

“Ok…”

“A old crush…”

“Im going to give y’all some old stuff…”

 

 

 

 

 

She had a Diamond ducktail…

Whoooo! ooowh!

 

 

“Duck tails was a early 90s cartoon…”

“Goooo! Gleee!”

 

 

She was inlove with a mean mugging buffoon…

Ugly mug face…

Broken up from a open court case…

Still soaking up…

 

 

“I think that was mid or less…?”

“Like 2000 or something”

 

 

 

Afro-Saudi etched in me..

A me…

Be C…..

 

 

 

“Her ex boyfriend hated me…”

“so…”

He was no brawler…

Like A…

U… C…

He couldn’t beat me like…

A limp dixk…

 

 

 

“Shit…”

“Dammit…”

“Please pardon my french!”

 

 

 

Why me…

Out of all your equals…

 

 

“I was in love with a good girl so to speak…”

 

 

 

I turned her out when…

My hand went up the skirt…

10:27pm started…

Track and run…

4 something am…

Bubble busted…

 

 

“Every! after! day!”

“Morning…”

“Whatever you want to call it…”

 

 

She called me by my real name…

undercovers….

Damn!

She was one of the real ones…

Young women…

A year older…

Then I…

Promise to say I…

Kept…

My stove hot…

My heart pumping…

Overdosing…

Heart un-frozen…

Trojan golden…

Moved the sofa…

Like a evil omen supposed taaaa….

 

 

 

Young

dumb

and full of……

The hell was it?

I forgot…

Whenever you called everytime…

I got full and came over…

 

 

“This whole thing was (wack)…”

“Translation…)”

“Garbage…)”

 

“Hahahaha!”

“I don’t care!”

 

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