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Dominic sin Oct 2014
Im a monster who ate his foster parents like they were carrots,
brain dead since the day I ate lead paint, my teacher ms.garret feed it to me when I was eight, I thought I tasted great so I told her to make me more, she said sure but you have to eat it off the floor,

Till this day I still hate her, my vision was always blurrd so I always called her sir, thats double astigmatism for you, All these years I never knew the sky was blue, Yeah its true im not the best poet nor am I the worst poet, But I am an insane poet who shows it through his reckless antics that are not from this planet, spending his time wisely tryna crame it down your throat, Ok I spoke enough for now, but in an hour or two ill be back with some more poems for you
Leith Kanfoud Jul 2021
They say I love Money
They know that I got it.

I say I love my family
So I fill up my pockets.
Twalib Mushi Mar 2018
All  men  are  the  same,
Girls  put  on  a  claim.

My  dear  please  stop  crame,
Men  aren't  the  same.
Maybe  same  eyes  with  different  criterion.
Don't be lame!

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