UntitledA Poem by T.I feel rotten. Like an apathetic potato. Shriveled up, Shrinking.
I’m a vegetable. A dried up, wrinkling vegetable. Putrid, And molding.
Ready to be tossed out There’s surely no use for me Expired, And fading.
The maggots will consume me eventually, Anyway. Faded, Gone. © 2013 T. |
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