The Real Factor of Life
FORGET MIS*FORTUNE, FOR I AM
NOT FOR-SALE. THIS PRICELESS
WORLD TAG WILL NOT; AND CAN
NOT SLAUTURE ME; OR EVEN TAKE
ME DOWN IN A FIGHTING*RING.
THE BUSTED FACE N' SWOLLEN
HANDS THAT BLEED APON ME; ARE
THE BRUISED N' BROKEN BONES;
PRONE TO TELL YOU THAT VICTORY
WAS WORN APON THIS TORN
SHIRT OF PRIDE... FOR NO HUMAN
IS: "PERFECT" SO IF YOU EXPECT
IT JUST TURN THE OTHER CHEEK,
CAUSE I DEMAND ALL RESPECT!!!!
THIS IS THE REAL-FACTOR OF LIFE.
"SO GET OVER YOUR/SELF AND
STOP CRYING OVER THE SPILT
MILK....
Copyright © Carma Sanderson | Year Posted 2012
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