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The Immortal Wize

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If you're reading this you're it, get with it stay with it don't quit.

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The milk is sour cause it's old
The bread is green with hairy mold

The eggs are gone and have all been cracked
Roaches scramble a half eaten cinnamon roll

The baby crawls across the filthy floor
The juice container is dry as a bone

A toddler cries cause all the cereal is gone
The mother lights a cigarette and takes a puff

She says to her child " TIMES ARE ROUGH"
The baby cease to crawl and on to his little mouth she falls

Then lets out a big howl
Being comforted by the toddler child

" Shut up baby shut up now" said the toddler child
But still the baby howled a while
Then crawled to the mother for comfort

The mother says to her baby "Stay down there on that flo I've had enough and cant take no mo"

Then a little small voice yelled mommy eat and did not
cease to repeat

After taken her final puff and blow
To her child she spoke

"When you gone know we be po when you gone kno it aint no mo"


 

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