'Moil'A Poem by Beatrice MarsYou toil and moil 'Hard' through the Day, But are overall foiled By a dammed young Child who could do Your job far better.
With the wide eyed innocence Of a child I'm slowly losing, I can honestly say I know How better to manipulate, Or At least, I am not taken In by your feeble Attempts.
So you toil and moil Your way through the day. But you are with out the Trials and tribulations Of a dammed young Child Who's losing all innocence. A child locked deep inside Who you
Could not help.
Your iron curtain is down, Your true self revealed; A fat old man acting like a teenager, Doing a job that a child could do Far better than you. © 2010 Beatrice MarsReviews
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Added on April 23, 2010Last Updated on April 23, 2010 AuthorBeatrice MarsUnited KingdomAboutI'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..Writing
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