This isn't serious, just an exercise in word-smithing. I haven't done a poem where every line in the stanzas rhyme.
Do you really know what the world's biggest scam is?
I am a master- there is no one who is better at playing the game than me my friend. Selling London Bridge to the tourists is candy from a baby. I could sell you the bridge as a deal with the Eiffel To...
Was it all just a scam? No, it can't be. I need this to be real.
by tbanarchy So this guy recently contacted me claiming he was from Publishers Clearing House.
Late night. Park chair. Where are you? Will you come back?
I'm not trying to hate on anyone. Just trying to make a valid point through my poem. Please have an open mind, try to relate and understand...
What do you do when a moment turns into a memory? Do you cry? Do you smile?
I run.
My worst nightmare came true. Did I survive? Did I give in? Sigh!
This isn't serious, just an exercise in word-smithing. I haven't done a poem where every line in the stanzas rhyme.
Do you really know what the world's biggest scam is?
I am a master- there is no one who is better at playing the game than me my friend. Selling London Bridge to the tourists is candy from a baby. I could sell you the bridge as a deal with the Eiffel To...
Was it all just a scam? No, it can't be. I need this to be real.
by tbanarchy So this guy recently contacted me claiming he was from Publishers Clearing House.
Late night. Park chair. Where are you? Will you come back?
I'm not trying to hate on anyone. Just trying to make a valid point through my poem. Please have an open mind, try to relate and understand...
What do you do when a moment turns into a memory? Do you cry? Do you smile?
I run.
My worst nightmare came true. Did I survive? Did I give in? Sigh!