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Bookie! (Bookie Is a Derogatory Word & Is Meant To Be Taken Offensive!)
Note: Any one can be a Bookie, regardless of age, sex, or race! With no regards for my life, or anything else. I'm usually doing something silly to make me feel good about my self. A negative person, with nothing good to say or do. My calamity just doesn't affect me, but the others I come in contact with too! I love who I am & don't wanna do better. I despise progress, I'm the epitome of a true Nigga! Yeah, I said Nigga, N.I.G.G.A., Never Interested in Getting Goals Accomplish, is what my cousin use to say. But forget him, i'ma sell me some dope until I come up! & after a decade in the game, I just blame my misfortune on bad luck. They say life doesn't owe you nothing, but that law of logic doesn't apply to me. I'm content with a fine freak, a thousand dollars, & a dime sack of weed! But, every year I be wondering why am I in jail? Consciously realizing I created this tiresome & infinite hell! Hell on earth, & it seems like a unreal Jason nightmare. & you can talk about me all you want, cuz I really don't care! Cuz, I feel life owe me something, & I want mines plus with a extra cookie. If you can't tell by this poem: I'm just a stupid & pitiful nigga name Bookie!
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