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Hymns of the Sheeple

The poem that I'd never write..

The kind of poem that'd show me in a different light.

I scoff at Benja F bills

Women come and go,

I be popping pills that make the world turn slow.

I yolo ********

Holler at team swag,

Money and the *******

Tell her throw it in the bag..

 

That's the kind of poem that I'd never write.

The kind of poem where I ****** everyone in sight.

I keep it real hood.

Gangster all day.

Look me the wrong way,

Dead body in the hallway.

You don't want no problems,

I'm strapped like Velcro,

Dummy I don't play no games, Nintendo.

 

This made little sense,

something wasn't right.

This is the kind of poem I would never ever write.

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jonathan-fernandez
Spanish
Published
Apr 1, 2013
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