Dear Mr. Sugarhill Poem by Floy Dy Ra Aka Floyd Floydson

Dear Mr. Sugarhill

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Sometimes I want to kill -
to change my name and bill -
be carefull Mr. SUGARHILL -
my surf and turf is just a bluff -
to vanish all my private things -
before you sell my dates in spring´s -
to collect my life and soul and earn some billions out of the fault -
to share an image and concrets -
you never asked me that you have that needs -
YOU steal the facebook-name like in the beginning -
YOU are a SHAME -
but all we know -
without us are you NONE -
only garbage of our dates -
a NSA-bandit -
so superfluous useless -
like Bill Gates -
a spy that likes to know our lifes -
a man without honour -
a hill, but salty and not more a Mr. -
for whom no one will cry -
a mammon crazy about money and power -
now YOU will earn how it is felt -
when WE become sour.

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Floy Dy Ra,01.31.2015

Saturday, January 31, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: facebook
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Suburban Lovechild 31 January 2015

Great write, thanks for sharing. An NSA-bandit, love that reference, if it's what I think it means. Keep it up, and please check out my poems too, I'd appreciate it.

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