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I see you, but did you notice me, I swiftly approach thee and I made my first plea, hand reached out, hello, I’m so and so, Lovely is it? Totally didn’t hear my greet, I just noticed the headphones in your ear fully covered by your long natural glory, on to plan B, what will it be, think quickly or you’ll look like a creep, start dancing corny, by the running man and cabbage patch, the plugs detached, you smiled and a conversation was hatched, she laughed, King I thought you had to go pee, and I was in your path, what was that, I chuckled, I call it a bad throw for a perfect catch, she bat her lashes, softly touched my arm and said stop it, at that instant Saint Valentine lit a match, my heart went up in smoke, like Marvel all I saw was Ashes, I’m trying to cope, staring at your glossy lips, all I heard was Angelique chimes, I saw you first and I’m glad you spoke, let’s keep contact, she turned to grab her card out the Coach, like a room full of donkeys all I saw was asses, I’m lost for words, what a guy to do, I had to look, keep it cool King don’t you dare drool, show some class like you’re still in school, she’s too perfect, I must be sleep, dreams like these don’t come true, as I start to come to, felt the wet pillow on my cheek, had to rush to take a leak, Lord have mercy, I almost piss the bed, pity pity… Selah
A: Pipoetry By: Randy P.
“Pity Pity…” is A Pipoetry by: Randy Pipman (c) Copyright Pipoetry 2013, All Rights Reserved.
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I’m Pharaoh Pip, I'm a syndicated blogger for Witish. I’ve been writing pretty much all of my Life, everywhere that I've gone, all that I’ve seen, things that I’ve heard, things that I've experienced, felt and thought of--all goes in to my writing process. I’m constantly writing and jotting down ideas & concepts in my head, a lot of that data is stored for long periods of time before they ever turn into rhythmic words in a sentence. Therefore the process of writing is always therapeutic for me; to get those things off of my chest into existence is like sharing my WiFi connection with you, that’s why my writings are somewhat all over the place subject matter wise. I don’t consider myself the quote end quote this type of writer, that only writes this type of way, I just like to write from the heart. What ever God puts on my Spirit the heaviest, I write about. Selah