west beast collar O.oA Poem by john-alec mitchell
From the west;
Like the best; I'll never be the rest. In the east; Like a beast; The world is my feast. Always rocking collars; With top dollar swagger; So my haters always hollar.
Now if you want, To see class; You just gotta ask. I save that for church; Sitting on my perch; Wisdom my search. .....unfinshed © 2012 john-alec mitchell |
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1 Review Added on April 25, 2012 Last Updated on April 25, 2012 Authorjohn-alec mitchellcharlotte, NCAbouti'm a poet with three different egos the pondering-thinker, emotional-healer, and raging-killer if u want to know more ask more..Writing
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