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Customized shoes and a leather coat
That’s the swagger of this poet
Forward is where I’ll stir this boat
My journey is like the dead Sea I’ll always float
If you don’t like this goat 
Than swallow your pride and let it reminisce in your throat 
Living life like a goon 
I didn’t grow up with a silver spoon
Sleepless nights and hustling from dusk till noon 
I feel like the man on the Moon
Knowing I’m far but kept telling myself I’ll get it Soon
I’m a poetic tycoon 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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