Sometimes I Vent
Talking nonsense makes no sense ~ having substance my six sense ~ smiling faces sometimes lie ~ daddy gone never said goodbye ~ love thy neighbor ~ give it a try ~ while mama sings a cry ~ Russian roulette don't play you die ~ ask a question ~ raise your hand ~ I'll tell you why ~ girls so hurt ~ they raising thighs ~ boys can't fly ~ but their minds are high ~ grand daddy wise ~ he got old had to die ~ how do babies learn ~ they touch the heat ~ now they know it burns ~ grand mama back hand was firm ~ shut your lips ~ that's how you learn ~ give you some ~ just a taste ~ a beggar's beg people hate ~ they gotcha twice your mistake ~ strong grip makes a firm handshake ~ you are either a giver ~ or you take ~ deep expressions ~ I pen the slate ~ this is how I vent ~ this Is my escape .

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This is that fire, catmartan! Really feeling this write!
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nice word play
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Catmartan!!! Love this HEAT....VENT ON.....ONE
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I like this poem.
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