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Not allowed to write
my mother told me so
been sitting here a while
it's been so freaking cold
not allowed to cuss
oops, I done it again,
not allowed to date
no writing with a pen
swoop bangs are forbidden
like living is a chore
under fast surveillance
make sure I'm not a whore
my mother doesn't trust me,
I've done nothing wrong,
everything is monitored
Thanks sister, for passing it along.
- by awormylittleman |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/18/2011 |
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- Title: The Rules
- Artist: awormylittleman
- Description: Just a poem... I'm kind of upset. made it up on the spot.
- Date: 08/18/2011
- Tags: rules
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