dong123321 4931

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Hard Life - Poem by dong123321 4931

Dark,
Moisty,
Cold.

Wet bed,
Smell like old flesh.
Even flys won't get near.

Old walls,
Covered with green mold.
When you sleep that's your nightmare.

Ugly floors,
Never cleaned before looks like thousand of roaches clawing on it.
The room smell like dead fish under burning sun.

Dusty water,
Taste like liquid dripping from garbage.
Rat would want to eat food from the shove.

My home.

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  • Scotty Dogg (12/28/2011 5:34:00 PM)


    Oh my god Dong, I love this freakin' poem! GOOD JOB Hilarious, man. (It is supposed to be funny, right?) I don't care, it's great anyway! S. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 29, 2011


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