Bah Momodoup Poet Classicism

Bar

The girl at the bar 
Sitting in her car 
Not that far 
From her guitar 
Staring the star 
Counting how they are 
From afar

******Dead*****
The man in the bed 
Holding his head
Refuse to feed
From his bread
When the disease spread
Many said 
That it lead 
His ugly dead
They never read
That sign when his body turn to red

*****Kill*****
The man fill 
His bill 
And write his will 
Before he was kill 
At the saw mill
Under the hill

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