march 8 2010A Poem by deep sea connori wasn't stressed out from crap so this is a little better.
I am not a shovel
You cannot push me I wont do your work no more My burdens are my own There's too many for me So give me a shovel I'll dump them anywhere I'll dump them in the air They'll be the worlds to have And I'll have none But I'll be happy Until the day the shovel Dumps them back on me © 2010 deep sea connor |
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