Rhyming-I Think
Not a good day, I want to fly away,
Disapear into dispair, dying from lying,
I'll just go ding, like an old toaster thing,
It toasts bread, and never goes to bed,
Awake through the pain and strains,
Crying tears of fears,
Not beliving all of the dealings of drugs,
That is untill I got mugged,
Cought in a frought, not one way out,
I turn insideout,
Burning and yearning for hope,
But "no" said the pope.
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