Oh, poetA Poem by Alexis L. Thompson
Oh, poet
Cold and dead. What was hidden in your head. Oh, poet six feet down. Your words written that make one frown. Oh, poet famous now. Death's the ticket to fame, how? Oh, poet why'd you leave leaving us in disbelief. Oh, poet quiet and still. Your death is Our biggest thrill. © 2012 Alexis L. Thompson |
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2 Reviews Added on April 10, 2012 Last Updated on April 10, 2012 AuthorAlexis L. ThompsonWaterloo, NYAboutShoot. I'm 28 now! I haven't updated this in 6 whole years! more..Writing
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