Donkey-B
Noble as a donkey, pragmatic
Automatic
Eating hay, hates mathematic
Noble as a donkey
Double fake
Funky, grass, meet your mass
Creature, is your nature to be
Is to see
Donkey, clarify this, are you free?
Like the wind and
The sea?
You lost your C, donkey-B
But I found
Your key, let’s run like a
Wild bunch
You and I, one sky to fly.
By: Monat
Copyright © 2012
Retired-no Desired
It’s not the way that I’m a retiree
My misery, the mystery
Of being in history
I can’t say
Hey!
What a big grey-day
Retire means no more tire
Lots of places
To go, no money to flow
Feeding fishes
With apple and cream
So is my dream
Who told you to move?
You’re out
From this groove, sucker
It’s your money
Or you die
Veins and blocker, all I have
Is my old foot locker.
By: Monat
Copyright © 2012
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