comrade 7(seven)

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Ecstasy - Poem by comrade 7(seven)

It’s been, a long day,
Am lying in the sodding hay
With my baby son,
My beauty wife,
My life’s getting high! !


Sing I got cash,
A cold club,
A teddy bear for my loving child,
It feels like,
A paradise,
My life’s getting high! !


She treats me, like.
A ghetto king,
All I did was bring a ring,
And said the right things,
“its you I love and need”
My life’s getting high! !


Comments about Ecstasy by comrade 7(seven)

  • Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (2/3/2010 10:52:00 AM)


    Oh to be treated like a king
    Simply because of the ring.
    Well done my friend.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 3, 2010


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