You all win And you are all right. My inadequacy It runs my life. I'm bitter and mean To the wrong people Those wonderful Understanding Kind skinny and fat people. I thought maybe I would be Misunderstud But I wasn't It's such a relief A weight Lifted off my shoulders It is great That people like you Still don't know What good poetry is.
Reason for writing:
A goodbye, if you will, since I am tired of all the bad poetry that's been posted on here. I read some of the stuff that antwan, kurt, and nicole wrote about since they wrote about me so much, and I must say that they left something to be desired. particularly the chick.
Birth sign: Leo
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