Woes Or Whores Are The By Product Of A More Bitchier Class. - Poem by Michael Gale
Woes are for the forlorned heart...
So much broken'd, all the basic sad points, of my part.
Frozen shrimp hardened as a miffed muted aspect...
Ignores my heart and all it's unthought ideas no matter
how negligent of a more, mere moral respect.
Thought and ponder is and should be on the near futured horizon...
Shocked amusements of hoity toytey stuck up stiffs, only begets
cold shouldered responses, that are somewhat usually alienated
and hateful and not such a well received heated surprise.
If ones nose is way above clouded seagulls...
Maybe that one stuck up stiff, needs to inflectuate their ideals and long lost goals.
The air at a much lowered atmosphere is very relaxing and also
real neatly received as happly agreeable...
Happy thoughts and unselfish practice, makes one a little happier,
more well received and hotly, a most wanted, sought after individual.
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