Elizabeth Rabbit

No Point Trying - Poem by Elizabeth Rabbit

I'm sick of them men lying,
no point trying, only end up crying.
I'm bored of all those b**ches,
all those people only thinking of riches,
surely love's more important then having P in your pocket?
I've got my heart now kept safe in a locket,
I'd give it to you but I know you'd only dropp it.
Not gonna risk it;
i know now you're not worth sh*t.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 3, 2012

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