Priceless Poem by Will B a Poet

Priceless



In the future, when only perfect people are allowed to be born.
Will people like you and me be worth a fortune in the black market?
Don't you wish it was the future?

Thursday, February 23, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: future,people
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