Alfred Hitchcock

by ToothPick3, Toothpick

Published January 27, 2014

18+ Mature Content

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Warning: This work has been rated 18+ for mature content.

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Look

As crazy as it sounds that’s the only
way to put it down on paper, no I’m not a hater call me up trying to fuck and
guess what I don’t call you later

See money don’t mean shit to me in
your fantasy, you can spend as many bens as you want to but it won’t clear up that
vocabulary

Trying to sweet talk me into bed,
even through in head, praying to God one day hoping one day of coarse I’ll
spread my legs

So sick as you lay it on me thick, so
I think quick on my feet, and you say I’m talking shit, being slick while we
speak

You would think a girl had enough about
now, Four months later with all this flirting, can explain that the wife don’t
put it down

To be exact never had to question
none of that, especially when she would smile in my face and never think about
the fact

Her man after me, let’s see hypothetically
speaking, he tell her what she wanna hear without me even thinking

Otherwise he tries to manipulates the
sunrise coming from my thighs and he rather see that bitch disappear and face
off the sunshine

Look I got it like that no need to be
blonde, Marilyn Monroe is somebody I rather hear respond, to what this married
man has done, completely a target no refund

Chasing things pretty young is backwards for Michael Jackson, now here comes a text message at six forty five, must be at a red light while he texting on the side

Missing me in person is kind of hard
for him to decide, rather he wanna be truthfully about it or deny it with his
pride

Now look at this, I’m not trying to
be a bitch, just saying what I have to go through really does happen to exist

This white man wants me on his dick,
no need to cover up shit, Right now it’s all in black and white, dead
presidents fucking with a role of a snitch

Is it impossible for a man to be
unstoppable, of his decision to become somebody undesirable?

That’s the question of the life that
I remain to stay plain and be blamed for all these consequences, money now is
the new exchange

For everything somehow it all seems
strange but fucking with a white individual somehow can’t be explained

On paper

Comments & reviews · 2
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NightWolf
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NightWolf wrote a review Review · Jan 30, 2014

Hello, Knight NightWolf here to give you a review.

This poem really stands out to me, it's unique and original. Well done. One of the triumphs of writing is having a fresh, new idea, and you've got one!

I would like to congratulate you on your use of swearing. Some people shy away from cursing, but sometimes it can stop you from letting out the emotion and meaning of the poem. Also, some people don't like posting their works with swears, so congratulations on being bold.

It flows nicely, there are no grammar or punctuation mistakes, so that is great!

My favourite stanza is:

[/quote]That’s the question of the life that
I remain to stay plain and be blamed for all these consequences, money now is
the new exchange [/quote]
Because its so relatable.

Well done, and keep writing!
- NightWolf

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Sophiewrites
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Sophiewrites wrote a review Review · Jan 27, 2014

Hello, I thought I'd give you a short review,

I really,really loved this. i can't really explain why, maybe because it's not what you'd usually find on yws or maybe because I can somewhat relate. My favorite is one of the last lines ,,strange but fucking with a white individual somehow can’t be explained'' Amazing.
About the structure, perfect like the rest, no grammar or spelling mistakes.
I am kinda speechless.

Please keep up the excellent work. ( followed you)

-sophiewrites

thank you Sophiewrites I really appreciate that. It was something i related my life to and after watching a certain movie that took my inspiration there. But I'm glad you enjoyed that. Will have more coming in later on trust me. And keep a look I got more material coming in. Believe me. Thanks Again



We think in generalities, but we live in details.
— Alfred North Whitehead