Rant I Poem by Annie Clarke
Rant I
I don’t really get it
I don’t see the point
Why Bother anymore
Where are the laughs
and the simple times
Before it was a status symbol
or a petty little lie
so pull yourself together
and grow up a bit
before I come and slap you round
your snotty little head
You're a lot nicer than I am, I don't usually warn someone before I come at them. Really lovely poem, here.
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5/2/2024 5:57:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
@stefanie thanks i take my emotions out in my poetry again thanks :)