Bad

I spit
I litter
I play my music loud

I swear
I'm bitter
and common to the crowd

I'll hit
and twitter
to share my wit as proud

And sick
and stricken
to bare more when it's shroud

That prick
and plicken
will wear more laughter row'd

When trick
and wicken
will share my problems rawled
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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