I am
Good for nothing shows the time
Endless pity for my rhyme
Meter is scarcely kept in those lines
I pretend that I forget my own mind
And beget a different design
Now I am the God of verse
Is it destiny or plain curse?
Street Girl
Bon appetit! She can't hear no shit I wonder what her headphones play I doubt it's a love song Because she is pretty lonely, I'd say, I'm lonely too, but I'm okay, She deserves better, But she is indifferent to my say
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