This is 1 Nation

When I am sick (fighting a bad flue), I end up writing BAD poetry:


“I do things because I can…..

You ask me for my name and I give it on my hand.
You ask for my heart and I give it to you before we part.

Take the time and look deep in my eyes and there you shall see that I’m not telling lies.
Take the time to know the true me, not what everyone wants you to see.

Yes, I’m complicated, sophisticated, under appreciated and even hated.
Only because I like to flirt, subvert, sometimes hurt and being caught wearing numerous tight t-shirts!!!!!

I do things because I can…..”

(via 4uand4.me (aka - Peety))

Magnet Poetry

(via gregoryjohn)

Yeah it’s Friday Bitches,

And I am in the mood to rap.

It could be good or it may be crap?

As one can see on this pic it is about my “toys.”

Featuring my mac and the two *rough neck* boyz!

It is written for me to enjoy life as it is my mother tongue.

And these toys are my secret on how-to stay young!

However, my bank account would have to disagree.

My accountant says, “How can one shop without any money?”

So when the “dough” does roll in, Peety is off spending away.

Which now I’m busy finding more room for all the new gadgets to play.

Yet, I should also be thankful for the fingers which allow me to type and my big breasts which give me all the hype!

I am not a materialistic girl, just one that lives in fantasy world!

I dream of the day when money will grow on trees and I have Darth Vader begging on his knees.

The galaxy is my oyster that means I am here to stay. My name is P-E-E-T-Y so please do not spell it any other way.

A special poem for, you…