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.
