Strict CryA Poem by modtoddincA poetic response to my innermost feelings
I can make an easy ten
Or a hard twenty, it don't matter to me... Can't you see? I am fair trade; well a sailor man for sure. I could have sold the elephant, A worthy price was offered, but Earnest wouldn't budge Earn your fortune sailor. Despite this great demand. I am not kissing your a*s, Honor, loyalty, help your brother: It's the same thing now, isn't it? I have the upmost respect for you. I am an actor don't you know Playing you making angels in the snow. Fact is very little ever points to actuality, Snitching can become an insider edgy way, Driving up, pointing, saying "heh" Turn around and see the Tower; only worthy of an true, astronauts creepy hour, Politicians may seem bad; and they are! Because you believe in all their power! Thus, this informant is of a minor shower, raining down and hanging... Dig. Dig. Dig your grave. Pick up your pen... I use a sword, you use a brain. TRWJ '16 © 2016 modtoddincReviews
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6 Reviews Added on February 7, 2016 Last Updated on February 7, 2016 AuthormodtoddincTacoma, WAAboutI write what I feel with honesty, and integrity. I love art in all it's forms, especially poetry and multi-media. I love to read, watch movies, play music, and study comparative mythology. I hope to o.. more..Writing
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