LYRIC FOR SALE

By Urgurlsicandie

Tragic is the word
A story so absurd
We wonder comprehension
Did you hear the spoken word?

Said it was my turn
Now, you go and change all the tenses
Been writing all these pages
So you just try to edit

Fear was being served
Won't you have you a plate?
Seconds go around
And,
that is not up for debate

Feast your eyes --

And you get a good look
You know youre jottin it down
Cause,
you clearly right books
Then you publish such lies
Wrap it up all nicely
Like the present of the prize
But you like to charge un-nicely
With absolutely no discretion
Follow what rules?
When you have no direction