Broke Poet Society

Being a broke poet is freeing I get to write about what I like Although I’d quickly sell out this evening It sure is hypnotic on this mic
I can tell you to fuck off There is nothing you can do You may heavily scoff But I do what I want to
I am a broke poet Who adores her own works I am fully loaded With a whole lot more quirks
Writers may be vain I like to hear my own words Sweet like sugar cane So much that it hurts
For me my words are erotic But they are far more demonic






