the ugly truth about people

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just through this one together on bus ride. Hey i havent ever chose a title and wrote a poem to fit it so if you dont mind id like you to post a topic (as hard as you wish) and i'll see what i can do. Think of it as you challenging me. Thankya for reading. Periods are pauses sorry

Submitted: December 05, 2011

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Hey little boy.

What do you want to be.

A theif or a murderer just like me?

He looked up and ''president'' he said.

But I know the truth he'll rape kids instead.

Hey old man.

Hooked up to a machine.

Fifty years ago where did you want to be.

He said alive and well and i couldn't help but laugh.

Cause he's lying here with a broken back.

Hello young lady.

With a bachelor's degree.

Spent your youth in school never free.

I ask you now, was it worth the money?

Never called momma, never called honey.

Hello again, my new friend.

I've been round the world.

And you havn't left your pen.

I'd ask you how you've been.

But its all the same from beginning to end.


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