Rhythm Man Poem by Moses Samandar

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

Friday, December 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle
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