An MDT Tribute to Helga G. Pataki: Poetry - Untitled
By MDT
Peeving, take another look, seems you hidin’ all your
Feelings for the one with that blue hat and in the
Grieving, you seem to get caught and trapped up in your secrecy.
Just go release it free.
You one little bad actin’, pink dress wearin’, shirt sags
Over your knees with hair like brooms stickin’ from the backin’.
You’re that kid no one ever steps to scrappin’.
Find them self-endin’ up with serious traction.
Helga P-A-T-A-K-I
Never doubt yourself, keep ya self alive
You got it bad like an Usher song, Helga c’mon.
You’re better than that. Get up off your living room mat
And don’t act that for a minute like you just don’t care
About him, even though you got poems about him
And you’ll break into his house just to keep the truth from out him.
C’mon, Helga. I mean you play these games
But it’s a solo mission ‘cause they don’t know how you play.
It isn’t reasonable to love but then feel so ashamed
When ya talk about it, poppin’ Brainy right in the face.
I mean you’ve known him since what? He’d understand
And probably return feelings if you were nice and easier than
The current state of anarchy. Something’s not right.
For some reasons you still miss his face every night.
An nice person isn’t your persona or maybe in a coma
Layin’ dormant in the bottom of your disorder.
Guaranteed there I made a blank stare glarin’ of your mascar’.
Wake up and get aware and out there.
You can’t cure a problem without wantin’ to solve it
So please leave that closet where you nightly pray for it.
Football head sure can’t ignore that ya
Got it bad and that ya truly adore the short man.
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