PheeshaA Poem by Jacky BonesGo die tonight. Is all I can mutter. Just so I, Can feel a little better. Now that I'm back. I'm mightier, or just alone. It's pitch black. On your own. The dance floor, Is a court room. Three on one. Seems fare to me. Speak in unity. I won, At losing. Hey its what I do best. Getting dressed. Time will tell. Or miss spell. All correct. Call collect. © 2008 Jacky Bones |
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