A Traitor - Poem by Ashley burnam
Head banging to music so loud,
Smoking pot to be part of the crowd.
You'll do whatever it takes,
to be with the people we most hate.
Your a traitor
with traitor blood.
Everything about you screams traitor
I hate you s very much.
Time for you to go back
and hang with the crowd.
You gave up what was so beautiful
for jerks and whore.
Dont come back crying
once you relise your mistake.
I have no time for you,
you traitorous flake.
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