Wrong Swan Poem by Dead Beat Poet

Wrong Swan



I am so pleased,
you are now gone.

If I could play music,
I would write you a song.

You think you're all right,
buy know that you're wrong.

You want to stay friends,
I want you to go long.

Your way is now set,
I don't much belong.

You're really a vulture,
but think you're a swan.

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