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Brandon B Thomas
Poems
Feb 2014
UFo
I'm a stranger in my homeland
life's a ***** but we never get to hold hands ?
My Aggravations only growing in this slow trance
And I'm infatuated with the devils slow dance
We built a chemistry on vanity and romance
My mind asks "Is he ready for the worlds plan?"
The Road to riches lacks funds for a road map
How do I climb pyramids of class from a mouse trap ?
Who's gonna pull me out the quicksand when my souls trapped?
Where's the home I can dust my shoes off at the door mat ?
The world hands you **** if you ain't presented in some suit slacks
my shoulders carry chips for the monkeys on my back
To be continued .....
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Brandon B Thomas
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