Rich Kids In Black
Sometimes when I sit hoping for some change
or a burger
these kids come up and they're dressed in nice clothes
but they have all these stupid spikes and makeup
like those guys from kiss
only mean and less fun
they see my sign that says
'write poems for cash'
and they tell me they write too
these little spoiled brats
all their poems is about cutting themselves
all the same generic crap
about feeling down because mommy doesn't understand
I slept on a box placed on concrete last night and it rained.
poem by Smack Thompson
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