Outpsy
An outsider won't stride like he owns the place,
he's an open book with a hardened face,
pure and true but stuck like glue on the shoe of the new review..clutches at straws and remains a mute, what's there to do?
He's been given the boot, he's the colostomy bag, that is his duty,
he's hopin' they'll start eating somethin healthy n fruity
To relieve his position and grant him access to beauty
Copyright © Rob Browne | Year Posted 2013
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