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A Poem by Davidgeo
"

your truth is a liar that no longer makes sense

"

my pleasently dreamed of america

my darling utopia sheltered from history


oh my dear, how I've missed you


so, today 

 what's a mistake?

I thought i'd ask . . .

   about the here and there

   just to catch up yeah?


  - so he tell's me...

(ya son of a b***h)


we've never heard of it


ya son of a b***h. . .

(now apologize)

i'm the president of black people

                

and about all of this

   i'm totally f*****g serious

(i'm the president of black people)

   just axe will smith...

dawg

© 2018 Davidgeo


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Added on February 17, 2018
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Davidgeo
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Johnsburg, IL



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