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Poetry By: Juli Monat

Tags: Where, Who, What, When

Like always I have no clue of what is all
about. Figure it out, and let know.

Submitted:Nov 10, 2012    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Noble as a donkey, pragmatic


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


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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