What Is Wrong With This World? Poem by faye burford
What Is Wrong With This World?
I often ask myself
what is wrong with this world?
good people get murdered
why?
it's not fair
this world
no wonder i used
all these yrs
NO REALITY
now clean all this sticks out
God rest ur soul
my dear friend
Goodbye
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: goodbye
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mark jones
12 August 2019
Didn't this ex-prostitute murder a pensioner? Interesting insight into her mind
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8/5/2026 2:36:35 PM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
The woman who typed this tripe up is a convicted murder now. Quite revealing to read her childish illiterate ramblings, (if a bit ghoulish) . R.I.P Peter Flux, you lived in my old home town, a place a grew up in which radically changed. I'm so sorry the best kind of friends you could muster were lowlifes and disturbed people. - a fellow artist.