Just like everybody else
Better days are yet to come,bad trips and smelly feets.
You never return to your home,
there is none.
Everybody died
everybody hurts,
everybody cries.
Everybody burns,
everybody shits.
Do they?.. Do they..?
Who does?!
You don't wanna pay for the games you lose.
but nobody winns,
somebody gotta pay.
Somebody gotta pay,
for the air.
Specially made for you.
Do you think, do you mean;
that you care enought?
Not enough at all.
Save the world, the planet the earth!
It's the least you could do.
There's a price, and it's alot.
There's a high rent,
you're deep in dent.
Give us some money to save the poor.
They need prada
Poetry by baby Blue
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Written on 2008-04-05 at 18:22
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