2008 Poem by Robert Trew
2008
Two thousand and eight
Another year of pure Hate
Two thousand and eight
Another year of a patient wait
This year im gonna be twenty one
Another year of not much fun
The law, wasting all my time
Another year of unpunished crime
Next year is two thousand and nine
Hopefully I'll be feeling fine
Next year I'll be twenty two
Hopefully a year of something to do
Two thousand and nine
Who will draw the line?
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