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In Hand-me-downs
Contributed by
DUOMA
on
Thursday, 19th November 2009 @ 02:27:06 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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How I wish I had money to buy
more of what I don't get
It's making me mad,
it's just like drums in my head
I like your style, I like your face;
I want to be you still.
Never lacked, never hungry,
in death I'd remain angry.
What was the life you led,
You rich old bugger?
In mansions consuming hot baked cakes,
there you left nothing but useless fakes.
I hope you'll see why I'm in disgust,
Dust to the wind I flow alike;
How many more will I drape myself with,
these hand-me-downs that soften your guilt.
Copyright ©
DUOMA
... [
2009-11-19 14:27:06] (Date/Time posted on
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