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Drama Lover

Poetry By: Tyrone Slade

Tags: Pride, Hate, Worth

Angry words meant to harm.

Submitted:Aug 13, 2007    Reads: 117    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

I get electricly charged,

like Ions,

constrict triggers,

like pythons,

and sqeeze 'til,

your lifes gone,

I run with ex-cons,

who will put holes,

in your weak frame,

like rust too scions.

Have your moms,

looking for,

shoulders to cry on,

forget that,

aint no,

"Let bygones be bygones."

Aint no deadin' it,

aint no dead in me,

this aint "Toy Story."

you aint got no friend in me.

Your friend your home,

your car, your spouse,

is worth more then,

the pride you feel,

from trash spilling out of your mouth?


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