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About This Poem
Wrong Timing
In a hellish nightmare
Saw you standing there
With eyes glowing like fireballs
Brewing on a heavy and dangerous squall
Lightning reveals your silhouette
Your hand shakes as you lit your cigarette
What madness goes through your head this time?
Don`t know why really,you`re just a wasted dime
Not that I care that much about it
If it just wasn`t so annoying listening to your fit
There`s one thing about it though
The timing is wrong for your game show
Your rants normally comes around by full moon
Anyway..what can we expect from a baboon?
Ranting and venting is your game
Pretty much the story of your life,and how you get your fame
If you need a friend,someone to blame
Just say so,don`t act like a moron to get your fame
A.Ertsland
September 22nd 2012
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