Mz - 1 Poem by JOE POEWHIT
Mz - 1
Tell me that trash.
Where's the cash! ! ! ! !
Big time spender flop.
Ended up with a mop.
Plans from silent hell.
Who could ever tell.
Fool beers, every day.
Thinks it's sunny May.
Kids playing with clay.
What's more to say.
Fool beers, merry toasts.
Mouth open, mighty boasts.
So the seeker does find.
Hard sidewalk, another dime.
3/2/2009 Joe Poewhit
JESUS SAVES
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