This is not a poem
Simply just want to say
and express my truth
rich are like bad tires
just want to take them of
want to burn them
throw them away
to a place where
tires go to collect the
nasty dirty water
kind of like their blood
same as their hearts
nothing there but bad
nasty air used too many times.
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