Poetry

Life just like that.
Work all day sap.
Flat pay - plus tax.
Want that gold glitter.
Higher it is, and I'm better.
Run like a fool dog all day.
Won't ever catch the setting sun.
My shoes are worn out.
Carrot images-shout-knocked about.
Plus my mind in a cloud.
I just scream real real loud.
Flat pay - plus tax.
Multi-send these fax.
Again and again the blue max.
Blue-the new color of crack.
Want that crack carrot smile.
GOLD TOOTHPICK - [with a smile]

11/9/2006 from 8HOP.com
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