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Landons Slime Poem Book

by Landon G

Pages 2 and 3 of 13

Die Lit
Poems by Landon Gonzalez
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Lil jit
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as fly as an airplane
As chill as sub-zero
As Strong as a bull
As super as your hero

As tall as a tree
As fresh as a lawn
As nice as the summer
As as elegant as a swan

As drippy as a faucet
As ruthless as a pirate
As confident as Uzi
In control like a Tyrant

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Home Food
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Life’s like some food. First you find the right ingredients and prepare it, you then start moulding it into a good meal. You work harder on certain parts to make sure it tastes good while others already taste great. You may have accidentally added to much to a certain thing but that’s what makes it fate. You may have burnt it a little bit but no one will notice right? It’s starting to come together as you take everything off and get ready to serve. Once its ready you put it out for everyone to eat. After all the hard work they dont like your meat, even though it was very neat.
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Food, YoungBoy, Alien
Tasty. I like food.
I like it when it tastes good
But I won’t eat cars


It’s a small world right?
But there is billions huh
Which ones are aliens?

I said right foot creep
I do the griddy all day
YoungBoy is better.

SLATT SLATT
Imma PULL UP and FLEX.
I MISS THE RAGE YAH MEAN
LOCATION: MAGNOLIA,
i have NO TIME but im ON THAT TIME
Call me KING VAMP wit the VAMP ANTHEM
Imma ROCKSTAR MADE
I dont drive r8 i dont like those
Imma fall out the SKY
It’s gunna be RIP wit the NEW CHOPPA
CHOPPA DONT MISS like a SHOOTA
WHOLE LOTTA RED like butterfly’s
MIDDLE OF SUMMER, ILOVEYOUIHATEYOU
SLATT SLATT SLATT
Magnolia by playboi carti
New Tank by playboi carti
Vibes
Stuck in a room, Surrounded by dark red
Laying down under the covers all warm and cozy
Thinking about the day and what lies tomorrow.
Sore, legs, arms, calves ache
Airpods in ear, listening,
Steady beat, 808 bass thumping, vocals perfect.
“I said right foot creep, ooh, im walking with that heater”
It’s late. Eyes getting heavy can barely keep them open.
The fresh taste of mint toothpaste is still lingering
Feels fresh, cool to breath.
Getting lost in the music, the red glow, the warmness
Already 1:30. Eyes give out, turn to the cold side of the pillow
Black…

Gotta Be Hacking
Click Clack, Click Click, Clack, Click Clack Clack
BOW BOW
Smash! SMASH! Smash!
Argggggghhhhh
FFFFFFFTTTTTTT
To te to te to te
Swoooo hur, swooooo hur
Crash! Bang! Bang! Creakukukuku
Huuuuuuuuu, ooooooooooohhhh
Donk donk donk donk
Beep boop beep beep boop
Some time ago when I was just a lad
I remember this one thing that was from my dad
I cant recall exactly but it was something like so:
“If you care to much about what people think you are you really being you?”
Before then I would do things for other people
Dressed so I wouldn’t be laughed at
Not doing some things that I liked because they where to “childish”
I didnt talk about superhero’s for the longest time
All because 1 friend said Batman sucked.
I know this may not entirely rhyme
But whatcha gunna do.
Since then I started being me
I’m always me but really ME.
Dress how I like, do what I like.
If you ain’t doin it for you who you doin it for?
It’s your life not there.
I’m not even sure how this turned motivational
But honesty who cares.
My body may be my house but my heads my home.
Be
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