For Pat
Najah James
Pathetic, Problematic, and Petty
Pretty sure that Puncturing a woman’s body is not equivalent to intimacy
Sermonizing how Passionate and Proficient you are in the bedroom knowing that your skills are far from Prominent
You’ve been Practicing your lines haven’t you Patrick?
Pleading for an opportunity to make a Picture Perfect scene of our lovemaking like
A Porno set on repeat in your Psyche
A Project you’ve been Projecting to appease your own self Pity
P.A.T,
You’ve been Preaching abysmal testimonies to your audience and
Your Performance really seemed Plausible so of course I thought you were Privileged enough to explore my...Poems.
I’m almost impressed,
You’ve managed to mold a false Persona to Persuade the Public you actually have something worth fighting for but,
I don’t give applause for little boys like you.
The kind of People that take Pride in Peeling away a woman’s trust through Poisoned Promises!
You’re nothing but a Parody,
A mockery of men that know Queens are Priceless.
No one has time to solve all your Puzzles!
To find all the Pieces and desperately Pound them together!
To waste our Precious lives Painting a mural of what’s supposed to be Potent and Pure
Honestly, this was supposed to be Peaceful and Polite
But there’s no Positive way to tell you you’re too lackluster for my Perception
Patrick
I could write a Piece of P’s all day,
Pretending I’m actually getting over something life tried to squeeze into my world.
All I’m trying to say is that you hurt me to a Point where I couldn’t Pick up Parts of myself fast enough to realize YOUR kind are the Pricks that keep breaking me!
I wish I could say the ending to this was Predictable...or even that your Patronizing words were understanding.
Something to Pardon this Pain until everything is Peachy again but,
I wasn’t Programmed to Participate in such foolish thinking
So instead I’ll bid you adieu, and literally recite
Until I’m freed of your existence.
Pretty sure that Puncturing a woman’s body is not equivalent to intimacy
Sermonizing how Passionate and Proficient you are in the bedroom knowing that your skills are far from Prominent
You’ve been Practicing your lines haven’t you Patrick?
Pleading for an opportunity to make a Picture Perfect scene of our lovemaking like
A Porno set on repeat in your Psyche
A Project you’ve been Projecting to appease your own self Pity
P.A.T,
You’ve been Preaching abysmal testimonies to your audience and
Your Performance really seemed Plausible so of course I thought you were Privileged enough to explore my...Poems.
I’m almost impressed,
You’ve managed to mold a false Persona to Persuade the Public you actually have something worth fighting for but,
I don’t give applause for little boys like you.
The kind of People that take Pride in Peeling away a woman’s trust through Poisoned Promises!
You’re nothing but a Parody,
A mockery of men that know Queens are Priceless.
No one has time to solve all your Puzzles!
To find all the Pieces and desperately Pound them together!
To waste our Precious lives Painting a mural of what’s supposed to be Potent and Pure
Honestly, this was supposed to be Peaceful and Polite
But there’s no Positive way to tell you you’re too lackluster for my Perception
Patrick
I could write a Piece of P’s all day,
Pretending I’m actually getting over something life tried to squeeze into my world.
All I’m trying to say is that you hurt me to a Point where I couldn’t Pick up Parts of myself fast enough to realize YOUR kind are the Pricks that keep breaking me!
I wish I could say the ending to this was Predictable...or even that your Patronizing words were understanding.
Something to Pardon this Pain until everything is Peachy again but,
I wasn’t Programmed to Participate in such foolish thinking
So instead I’ll bid you adieu, and literally recite
Until I’m freed of your existence.
