The Mets Are Dead Poem by Maurice Avi saltzman
The Mets Are Dead
they are a team
they blow off steam
the ball is hit with a powerful beam
the looser are bad with screams
there voice is not cool
the curse is a bad tool
they are all fools
they drool
PS. they are ghouls
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life,me against myself,media
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