fishing in the wrong pond
don't mess with my man do you understand ?
or you will feel the burn from the back of my hand
of all the men you had to choose mine
we'll now you've just ran out of time
now talk to the fist because the hand is pist
i'll knock you down with a flick of the wrist
when you mess with someone else's man
hey you better run as fast as you can
because i'll be right behind your a........
you skanky old trailer park trash
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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