Okay. This definitely different from my usual stuff, but I think it turned out okay. I've never written like this before, so if you want professional stuff, you should go read some of D R O W N - I N - S E Q U I N S. I must dedicate this to a dear friend of mine. That's for bringing out the better bitch in me.


Beat That

Nate didn't mind all the gore

That his "friends" caused him

He'd just sit back and do

Absolute nothing

To stop it.

He didn't stop Mitchie

As she made one quick movement

With the blade as it

Crossed her wrist

And let the blood drip slowly

From her veins.

He didn't persuade Shane

To stop

Grinding against all the

Dirty whores he met on the dance floor

As he led them upstairs,

Promising them a night of fun.

He watched gleefully

As Tess danced across the stage

And slid down the pole,

Letting all the dirty old men ogle her.

He peered around the corner,

Curiosity knocking at his door,

And watched Jason ignore Tess's screams of

Pain and Fear

As he ripped her clothes to shreds

And pushed her forcefully against the wall,

Getting ready to have his fun.

He didn't mind

When Caitlyn used him

To get into the coolest parties

Because it turned out

That Caitlyn's best

Never made the Hollywood cut.

Nate hardly noticed when

Peggy (of all people)

Tried to bump him

Off the charts

As she pushed and shoved

For months

Until Nate gently poked her

With one song

That became a hit

The one song

That made her crash and burn.

Nate just watched with

Interest

Curiosity

Anger

Loathing

And a little bit

Of good, old-fashioned

Pride.

He watched his friends slip and fall

Again and again

And laughed

Because he only went up.

He laughed because

He was the best.

And none of them could beat that.