ďRickyís Crap DiaryĒ
Itís now 9:07pm. Looked at the can of it, and thought to write a poem, about going into the doctors, asking to see Dr Pepper, and the receptionist saying theyíve only got a salty nurse working today.
Didnít make any Marmite toast, walked to the shop and got a bag of Nik Naks instead; nice and spicy.
ďBitch, shut the fuck up.Ē Iíd say that to anyone, trying to aim it at me because itís hard to take it, considering Iíd get subtle shots by people who havenít been on this site as long participating.
Have been here since May of 2013. So many accounts, yet now stick to my 5thRiddler one. Funny how I never jumped in the welcome party neither, claiming to be someone else.
Donít they think I feel as much a broken record as them?
How many words have I tried to rhyme at the end of the line, plus on the odd occasion, how many syllables in a sentence matching the line below?
Others are looking like me when I started out. Iím no where near his, but some are sure thinking theyíre Eminem competing, knowing of his skill and followers adamant they got to that in one day.
Yeah, I just roast myself all the time; which idiot is gonna then confuse himself? Ha, little boy.
Alexís friend is trying to snapchat him twenty-four-seven, says his busy, and still tries to ring. So Alex apparently said to who? ďHe never leaves me alone, wants to sit next to me at school, play me with all the time. Never gives me a break.Ē
Itís now 9:36pm. Waiting yet again for the kettle to boil.
Watching nothing on the tv, but Land of the Dead will at some point be watched.
Iím yet to leave a long rhyme, on the online Anne Frank guestbook, because Iíd not get over to Amsterdam to leave something in the real one.
Have downloaded another 2 Eminem songs, which are ďPremonitionĒ and ďThose Kinda NightsĒ. Rest of the album will be bought on Monday.
But it really isnít about rap anymore, and my snail-mail isnít anything like the drawings and writings in the books, kept inside the Vatican; but the outcome is beautiful, compared to how poetry looks once itís uploaded on any poetry website. Not better than anyone, just donít try diss they shouldnít someone putting in more effort than they could. Stick to playing computer games, as pushing buttons and twiddling thumbs on a controller is more art to them.
Itís now 9:45pm - cup of tea is made.
Iím fucked for confidence, but theyíd have got nervous, and ate an insect on purpose; I mean, rub her pussy on her knickers for a while, then find it disgusting to sniff her knickers while giving head, but theyíd straight away go in to lick a vagina?
Itís as far as Iíd go to being freaky, if it can be considered that, like itís cool for others putting their tongue in an asshole.