Blake Foxx

Rookie (1/26/1993 / THE WOMB! ! ! ! I know shocking)

Waste Of Time - Poem by Blake Foxx

Critters crawl and
babys sprawl.
But i dont rhyme,
so this is a waste of time

Its only truth that men love to cry
and the only thing women want is to die.
If i were a man, which i might be, i'd smile.
If i were a women, which is possible, perhaps i'd run a mile.

In the end its only better just to live.
Be a friend and just give.

If life was like that then we be happy,
nobody would call love sappy.

I wish life were like that, then i could rhyme,
and maybe, just maybe. I wouldnt be wasting my time.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 10, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, April 10, 2009


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