With Or Without You
With or Without You?
Truth or not?
Are you hot?
‘Cos it is bought
Your Medicare card, dot.
When you're caught,
If you fit the slot,
Then you have wrought,
What is not.
I don't have naught,
I have what I've got,
It's what's sought,
And not rot.
Cos it's about my bot.
Copyright © Dominique Webb | Year Posted 2016
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