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Dec 2016
People always ask me:
What do you want to be
when you grow up?
I reply:
A boss.
People already say,
I'm bossy as hell
and maybe that's why,
I get called a *****,
but I wear that crown:
like a ******* queen.
The Broken Poet
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The Broken Poet  Texas
(Texas)   
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   Rickie Louis
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