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May 2014
Mud
I've been thinking,
but thinking can wait.
The world is fueled,
by evil and hate.

It ***** up,
all the right and leaves wrong.
Crooked men,
keep singing their song.

They corrupt and ****,
people like you.
Say they're the good guys,
the last of a few.

I know I'm higher,
than **** like them.
Better than the mud,
at the bottom of the pen.

I read papers,
they reek of sin.
I try my best,
not to let them in.

I keep my mindset,
looking forward.
Last I heard,
this world was falling apart.

I hope,
we can find.
I way to,
save all mankind.

If we don't,
it's no big deal.
We won't be here,
in one hundred years.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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