Work, Work, Work Poem by Pamela lutwyche

Work, Work, Work



Name and shame,
I’ll point the finger and blame.

I’ll throw my hands in the air
I’ll act very mean with a nasty stare.

I’m not having all these mistakes
Too many are being made.

If you don’t watch out
I will shoot you
and put you in your grave.

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