Thursday, March 11, 2021

canot do

You can not do the things I've done 

you have not the knowledge of the fun

killing the germ of stupidity stick it up your bum

I wear my mask with out a strap and the killing of a son

my where my when I do not know the words will never come

so who am I the writers prose the lessons of my mum

to be so kind and lost forever my mind is always numb

to hell with the dooms day race you will never be so dumb

the shinning light of a star filled moon dreams are yet to come

Gleaming and shine the sky filled night it is reality for but one

My english teacher dumb bastard he, crippled me for years someone

They quenched my thirst for learning, and drove me far begone.  


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