Gee; Hate To See You Go
I bet you think you’re better than me;
With your numbers and merits;
But I think you’re hiding;
Aren’t you?
You molded and folded;
Shaped and scraped;
Now everything fits;
Or does it?
I’m familiar with your concerns;
But I’ve noticed the holes;
And I know;
Why you’re like that.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2010
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