Not Fair
The bosses mazaratti is red.
My wagon is blue.
I'm bustin my *ss here.
And the boss is in cancun.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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dawn7191’s Poems (10)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Father | 0 | 12/27/2012 |
| Ben | 0 | 01/09/2011 |
| Last wishes | 0 | 01/09/2011 |
| Young love | 0 | 06/25/2010 |
| Home | 1 | 03/26/2010 |
| Free | 1 | 03/21/2010 |
| Not Fair | 0 | 03/21/2010 |
| Trouble lessons | 0 | 03/19/2010 |
| Love is everywhere | 1 | 03/19/2010 |
| Hold on | 0 | 03/19/2010 |
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