These so called: upper-class people, are the true scum's on earth.
Money is there God; with there cold-blooded selve's.
Money-Money-Money, it's all they think about.
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Solo, and the wandering kin.
Nickname: Moldy ans Spoiled.
As the two, funking up the land.
Riding there bicycles, on a scorning day.
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A group of undiscover specimem of poet's.
On the brink, of valorous success.
In this inter-breeding stage, of a new age testament.
Using fire-breathing word's, as the chosen one process.
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Thy harlot's of the 21century.
Shalt' forgive themselve,
from using carnivorous element.
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looking in the sky
visualizing a red-dragon
a flame-temper day
mental calmness and cool-down
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Feeling like the post-man, with walkie-talkie in hand.
Making my round's, as I look and stand.
Thinking to myself, it a microwave-oven day.
It muggy, sun-blazing, I need some shade, and stay out the way.
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What kind of planet, we living on?
My parent's is so diabolical.
Using mental and physical abuse tactics.
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You have a elegant, present about you.
The beauty of 1,000, Miss Universe combine.
With hypnotizing eye's, really, under a spell, my Queen.
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Stinky, stinky, I said to myself.
Wondering, where im going to go.
Decided, to wait to darkness near.
I went to the cornerstore.
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As I go back in time.To the Roman era.
I was sitting in the Colosseum.
Watching the gladitor fight.
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