Chap Poem by Lamar Cole
Chap
Rating: ★5.0
He was the world's stingiest cheat.
He went to funerals just for the eats.
It didn't matter whether he knew the deceased person or not.
He only went for a plate of food that was hot.
No one would ever consider him a good chap.
He was just a stingy piece of crap.
Wednesday, March 21, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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5/7/2024 12:06:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Feel quite sad for such persons who wait to take advantage of other people, irrespective of their situation. A bold write that exposes a section of characters that live amidst us. Very well written, Lamar.