Category: Ghetto Star: Pleasure & Pain

Polyfilla

Polyfilla

‘Commonly used to fill in gaps. Like cracks in walls or gaps made by rats’ – Knowledge Centre

I’m not here to fill in the parts your partner lacks.

You chose that.

You chose that over Unique.

I was disappointed at the time, fast forward I’m now fine.

Above the line is what you’ll see. Below my waist you’ll never kiss.

I don’t exist to prop you up on what ‘your partner lacks.’

Face facts!

You mask the crap that smothers your back. Like the previous one – you allow pathways up your spine and holes in your heart.

I can’t fill either of those aspects.

I’m not a ‘partner-alternative’ when you feel lonely, upset, hurt or in pain.

You insert mind-games.

I’m not defined by my name.

I’m not defined by your one-dimensional perception of my purpose.

I won’t lie down for you to cover up my glow with nonsense.

Polyfilla

A great tool for things with gaps, carved out by rats.

Polyfilla

When did I share what I wanted with you?

What way did you care?

Why did you lie to yourself?

How do I know your motive so well?

Who did you think you were back then?

Polyfilla.

The mixture dries up.

The crumbs fall.

The vacuum sucks it up.

The bag of dust is discarded.

The new look is better. (Ish.)

I

I don’t think twice

Lemon slice on ice is one of the things that I like

I post what I like!

My blog ain’t defined by all the things in my life.

I write how I write.

If you don’t like, click unfollow and no goodbye

I ain’t got the time

Don’t sleep with a watch on, so these moments fly by.

I create all the time

Walk with a notepad, to record parts of life.

I’m so divine.

My name is Unique and I heard this online.

You need me in your life.

I’m evaluating options and need to issue a few fines.

I don’t pray at any time.

God never answers his prayers soak in some brine.

I know how to mime.

Like Charlie Chaplin imma mime through time.

S/O to Creative Writers! ☺️

My Writings Pretty Shit

My writings pretty shit.

But my creativity is legit.

You can’t get a hit.

So you might as well sit!

Wrap a band around your arm and inject a little bit.

I’m not talkin’ drugs. I’m promoting my spit.

Thighs too hot, don’t forget your mitts.

I cry sometimes, but I’ll never quit.

Pussy sweet like honey, but you’ll never get a lick.

Your dreams so vivid, like PornHub you click.

Kiss you so good, with my sexy red lips.

Bought you up to my attention, with my fingertips.

Vegan burgers on my grill, we got an avocado dip.

Saved only memories, but I’m still booking a Lil trip.

Watch what you say, you don’t want Crow to flip.

Running through my city, down the middle of the strip.

Eyes so brown, look deep and you may slip.

Slip into love and feel pain from my clip.

I’m not talking about guns, I’m giving you a tip.

Baby, please don’t cry, cut us out with a snip.

Like I stated earlier, my writings pretty shit.

PS: Did I forget to mention, this whole piece was a blip.