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11009 CharlaXFabels HOW ROOD PARTTWO The decadence of Society, RUDE, has finally sickened me; the only thing to do is pray to GOD to quicken me when he bumped me and all eye did was make the references to his ancestory his intentions were just nominal he wanted to survive and they think that they are GOD the man was nice until eye started to converse with him it rally hurts there feelings when eye have a less terse verse the Mexican bumped my bag and actually hit it with his arm in an effort to move it out of his way HOW ROOD is that he was in my way and no where for me to go the traffic was thick and the curb was near my foot then the boy looked super surprised wiping the glaze out of his eyes Oh, he had surmised it He said this to the Driver “I am not even listening to you I am talking to someone on my Rude Cell Phone and he pointed to the window with his cup so carefully held up to keep from spilling and he gestured at the man to sit somewhere else just go away eye am so rude eye am the rudest man alive today the man was trying to dominate someone that will not be ruled over by another man and so he lost his battle plan his rude was wasted then eye almost let it go but had the last word out the door One thing was certain they never even noticed me never saw me as a person they just played out their ruminations just giving me the benifit of their public conversation the girls talked non plussed non pulsed and non stopped they never cared for anyone but them they kept the confab going even into coffee time THAT stuff that you are wanting me to have just keep it with you and take it with you please just SHUT your mouth like that and then she left another string of profanity pointed back in my direction and the damage had been done now here's this poem.

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