Poetry Contest. - anything

anything, you can do, i think that i'd better

only to find that i can't under this nice weather

i do my better in what i do

only to find someone due it better

and the kids not even four. paranoid slaming doors

anyone can do it so why not me

perhaps the order of this world doesn't like me

to get close to be noticed

grovel to my feet to kiss the floor

like some drugged pride-less whore

anything, you can do, i think that i'd better

only to find that i can't under this nice weather

i do my better in what i do

only to find someone due it better

and the kids not even four.

rather its a image in led or

a lore before bed, i always end up

turning on my head..

i can only keep going up until im dead

resting upon my death bed.

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but i still got nothing despite what

the things that i do.

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a fake king...

or maybe he's the standered

one half of what makes a king

a king.

by now im positive

that you are thinking

whats this poems about

in your boots you must be shaking

you said well yourself

this event is backing with just writing anything

that i could be thinking

so how far will thi go

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not even god knows

how far i'll take it

or perhaps im just fakin it

so far were at 234

its going down knocking on your doors

subject less raping till i am capping

why are you scream or perhaps you are dream

keep it on coming, my mouth is still mumbling

is this too boring or are getting horny

im sure your not even had

your not even touching the grass

on the fence is more of the risk

but not to his guy

he's sitting your kids.

now getting boring all tell you a story

about a dark man was stored with a room the numer

was 335 oh too soon ?

the first doc is nice

but just a lie he wants to know

what boths the boy inside

niether are intrigued they know what this is, a liars tail

to get one to reveal. stuck in his run it looks like

a cell for the worlds most wanted to end up in hell.

with a mattress in mind he falls asleep

the voices are chattering while he is weak

a child a child, a child is her.

threw a door he wounders near...

follow, follow, follow his steps

but this is a trails you'll yet to regreat

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