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Is It Poetry

(1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Just In, Bieber - And others Like Him


Some of you feel,
that because he is wealthy
he doesn't.

Others feel,
that because of his wealth
he does.

My opinion is this,
that because of their wealth
they can afford.

Three shifts every day
seven
day's every week.

Month to month for one year.
To pay for themselves,
the cost of probation officers.

To work and live amongst them.
Keeping all their real enemy's,
those whom get them in trouble away.

This new concept
and what they can learn.
Sounds to me,
better than nothing learned
while in jail.

Submitted: Thursday, January 23, 2014

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