The JanitorA Poem by Eric FoggI guess it's a good thing I have 3 grown kids and don't work with children. (he he) I just went dark for a contest with start of old poem I wrote in school daysIsn't it digusting? Isn't it sick? Those bastardly kids, Playing dirty tricks. They kick you. They beat you. They bite your ear. No matter what you say They're still Mommy's little Dear! They sin with immunity. Immune from conviction. I must remain true, True to my mission. Soon I'll be ready I'll work in the night. Sinners will meet justice. My mind will find right. © 2012 Eric Fogg |
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1 Review Added on April 20, 2012 Last Updated on April 20, 2012 AuthorEric FoggHernando, FLAboutI'm a man who has recently discovered what a midilife crisis is all about. I am a good father of three children that have all moved on to college. My wife and I live alone and I have recently been.. more..Writing
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