Reap Bad Deeds
As ye sow,
you get the maybe corn,
and reap,
the stinking uncooked prawn,
cos ye n me are slack ....
ones deed comes up to speed ,
like car on the racing track,
it comes around yes indeed,
next time it gives you a smack,
karma on the racetrack steed,
a hurting memory Jack,
why the silly bludger always bleeds,
elementary, it talks back....
Don
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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