What do I want????????

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What do I want????????

What do I really want

riches and chrom rims

lights that dim

with shiny blindy ice

versace, gucci, prada, right...

VIP, red carpets and stalletos

benzs, beemers, range and rolls royces

voices

telling me I'm beautiful

mens mouth dropping at the sight off my booty full

of black cherry juices

dripping from his chin

whoever he may be

I want to see

the other side

of 9 to 5

living pay check to pay check

bowing down to the man and his bullshit

with a smile on my face

knowing mn my heart it's all a front

but is this really want I want

HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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