Mr.Cane

Mr.Cane

A Poem by Jorge Ron

Everyday, I've seen a scene
calling my name
she drags and screams
my shoes are broken 
and he is mean
the roof is falling 
here he comes again
all the time is all the same
oh, rest in pieces my brain

Again and again
and I can't and I can't 

When the babies begin to cry
with a gun in her hand 
she pays and cries
the box is in the closet
and he begins to lie
"just wait mr.cane and call me on time"
all the time 
he's asking for a dime 
and with a broken heart 
he commits the crime

Again and again
and I can't and I can't

© 2014 Jorge Ron


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Added on September 1, 2014
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Jorge Ron
Jorge Ron

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Venezuelan I'm 16. I like writing songs, and making music. i write about how i feel. https://soundcloud.com/jorge-ron more..

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