A Poem by Me
Death is emanate death is alive Death doesn’t care if you survive Survivors are strong and always prevail Losers are the ones who shrivel up like a snail
People don’t listen to what you have to say They just judge and critique no matter what day You cry and cry hoping to just disappear I’m sorry to tell you it doesn’t happen that way, tear
But you still sit there continuing to cry Hoping I’ll be sympathetic and will roll on by I’ll just be truthful with you little guy I’m never sympathetic so kiss that dream good bye
So the little guy continues to be upset until death came and let him pay his debt and the big bad wolf who was so mean continues to live laughing at the boy’s little dream
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