Tacky Tabloid Ballad

Chris got mad at Rihanna,
He was not being gentle,
She got scratches and bruises and covered with bandages,
Her face looked mental.

Because he punched her,
Everyone one was shocked,
She came out to public,
Chris Brown got mocked.

He learned his lesson,
Not to ever beat a female,
He’ll never dare to do it again,
Now he is a mocked male.

Where I’m From

I am from the soccer cleats, from Adidas and Nike.

I am from the relaxing, warm, bedroom with a comfy bed.

I am from the rose, the sunflower.

I am from Taco Tuesday and don’t fight fire wih fire, from Matt and Tyler and Rosenlund.

I am from the being honest and arriving early.

From eat your fruits and vegetables and eat healthy.

I’m from Canada, Sweden, potatoes, pizza.

From the broken leg my dad got from playing soccer, the black eye I got from fighting my brother, and the black eye my brother got from walking into a pole.

I am from the chest locked upstairs with all of the old photos and memories of the family.