Road Trash LamentA Poem by readybob
It has to be said
It must be seen My a*s is red My pockets green Lot's of this country I haven't seen White line fever A tramp's disease So, terminate foreman If you please There is a new job Breakin down the way So being a tramp I just cant stay So if an R.O.F. Would kindly pass you can stick this job Right up your a*s.. (this relates to my trade and not understanding to all, but i like it) © 2013 readybob |
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Added on June 23, 2013 Last Updated on June 23, 2013 AuthorreadybobJacksonville, FLAboutJust a humane being struggling through this life with all the inherent skills that were given at my birth and the ones learned in my short time wearing this cloak. more..Writing
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