Rhythm Man
We win, we lose.
Make the party, arty, farty.
Lose like a winner.
Win, win, win.
Work it, benjamin.
Franklin work-out.
I live for it.
Smell the tyre, the rubber.
I see what you mean.
Yeah, yeah, going to it.
Living
Copyright © Moses Samandar | Year Posted 2014
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment